Digging In The Dirt

by Andy Goldman Ringarde staggered down the face of the dune, a barely controlled slide to the bottom. It was not yet noon, but the sky already seemed filled with sun, its heat beating down on him, chastising him for his folly. Though weak from thirst, he held tight to an edge of the map that he had followed this far into the deep desert. He cursed the map silently with every step, feeling a mix of hatred and lust