Shabby, torn fabric, stained by weeks of travel and bleached from the harsh sun. Long, thin sticks held the fabric up so it formed a triangle with the earth. The sticks were buried deep within the shifting orange sand to hold off the blistering wind.
Tent, Desert
the man sleeping inside.
a pelican
I'm a pelican. I have white feathers and a beak. I love to fly above the water and look for fish to eat. I spend my time with the other pelicans.