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This is the second part of the story. You can find the first part here . The day must have been the worst that season. The heat was plummeting and whichever direction you see, there was nothing but hot-ruthless sand. Perhaps this was the reason why a pigeon, a hen would be so lucky to have found a small oasis in the middle of a desert. It lay motionless in the shade of a date tree on the cool wet sand. It was unconscious but breathing. Occasionally, the wind would send some sprinkles of water from the pond on its face, but it was to take hours before the bird could wake up. On a different part of the desert, a spider was not so lucky. It sat motionless beneath a layer of sand hidden, hearing thuds from a stick being banged around it hastily. When it saw that this style of defence would soon be rendered futile, it sprang out of the sand and started hissing at the boy who was now wielding the stick in a threatening pose. Taken from Google.

The desert was dry and unforgiving during this time of the year. The temperature would reach up to 50 degrees  at the cusp of sun's movement, changing straight out into freezing stillness at nightfall. Very few dared to stray in these extreme conditions outside. So, seldom were humans or animals seen outside and crawlers like snakes & spiders were only drawn out by their need of food.  Nomads lived in small scattered tribes or clans around the desert. They made their living by trading, and transporting goods in the trade route that passed from there. Mostly, they kept goats and camels, for dairy purposes. Taken from Google

This post is part of a meme 'Theandric Thursday' by Ashna Banga ( Pages from a Young Diary ). Below is how she describes the meme, Once every week, on Thursday, I'll be posting something that's a cross between Fiction and reality, something that's not really on an average person's mind on any average day (including the supernatural!) That's where ' Theandric' comes into the picture. The dictionary definition  of  the word  says, 'Relating  to the joint agency of the divine and human nature' . © Ashna Banga

KOMF is a prompt hosted by Kathy and Jessica to meet new people and help build a blogosphere. The bloghop is hosted on 15th of every month. This post is in response to one of their prompts, which is: "Write a 200 word or less flash fiction beginning with this phrase:  Her eyes shot open.. You are free to change the gender and POV if you'd like."

©Ashna Banga .....I am standing, shifting my attention between the two people sitting in front of me. The first one's  asking for water, for the third time maybe. I nod my head at  him just as the other one says something about a shop. I answer him referencing the odd time of day, afternoon. I hear a dialog from TV in the background. Something about blood. Then suddenly, something happens and I run to my room, only to be left severely disappointed by the mess I am landed into. After a while, while going I don't know where, I hit my head on the door. Hard. And I just sit down holding my head.  Looks like a bad day....