Ship 3

It’s hard to believe it can be this hot at night. Even away from the buildings, with nothing but dirt underneath. 

The desert holds on to its heat. Even carries it on the wind. 

I’m down two water bottles and still no sight of this mystery desert shipwreck. 

The desert will play games with you. Or maybe it’s the heat. Sounds. Phones ringing, cats mewing. All in your head. There is no civilization out here. 

I’ve tried not to walk in circles, keeping on as straight a line as possible. But I think my flashlight is picking up my footprints in front of me. Did I turn?

I hear more sounds. Birds. Someone laughs. 

Wait. 

The laugh wasn’t in my head. 

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