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ALONE IN THE DESERT
By William Pender
As I approached the grave I felt like I was not alone. I scanned
surounding area for signs of life, there was not one person in sight!
I was completly alone,.... or was I?
The grave was well kept and cared for, but it was in the middle of nowhere.
Oh sure there was a well graded road that went past it and through a ranch
access gate. But if you had to walk it would be a couple of hours to a phone.
I stood there looking at the tombstone and it told a story with only a name
and a date. I felt the eighteen year old girl standing beside me, I turned to
focus but saw no one there. In my thoughts I could feel the events that had
led to her death, one hundred and six years ago. She had died a violent death
at the hands of several attackers. They were gone now, but she was still here
lost forever. Her soul attached to the sight where she had died. She felt no ill
will towards her attackers, she was only very lonely now. For years her family
had stopped as they passed the grave on their way to the ranch or into town and
prayed for her or left flowers, but they were all gone now and she was still
here alone.
As I turned and walked away I could hear her asking me to stay awhile, I declined.
That night I slept on a hill not to far away she invaded my dreams and stayed
with me awhile. I awoke several times before dawn but drifted back to a restless
sleep. She was always there in my dream. Had I known her in another life?
I don't know and I don't remember my dreams that night, but I know she was
there. I will never forget the girl in my dreams.
This story is a true figment of my imagination, It really happened to my mind
one night in the Arizona Desert near Roosevelt Lake.
I was alone and so was she!
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