Roughing It

I was riding through the desert on a camel on a Sunday, which was my way. I was a trader by day, loner by night. I was lost, and with no family to come looking, I was worried. I saw camel prints in the sand, but they were my own. I had gone in circles. I almost gave up when I saw an oasis. Mirage. I got off my camel to take a nap. Another man passed me, I asked for directions, then traveled to the city. I was almost home. When I arrived, the city was destroyed by invaders.