The excruciating heat consumes the flat desert land while many buckets of clay lie shattered on the ground next to a solitary drinking well made of stone. The countless footprints erratically scattered throughout the area, and the fresh puddles of spilled water are evidence of an unexpected and immediate evacuation. Towering above the undulating mountains, a mysterious dark cloud is hovering.
The throbbing temperature beats down on a sprawled body lying on the desolate road. His clothes are torn, and arms badly bruised with evidence of superficial wounds all over. On his head, are traces of fresh blood? He is alone and destitute without consciousness. His hands stretched out in an odd manner, gripping tightly to nothing, the other hand with …show more content…
Moving in every direction [to circulate the blood] speeding up the process of his recovery and recapturing the awareness of his surroundings. His eyesight blurred, the unfamiliar sounds echoing in his ears, his body drained, absent of energy and desire as he slowly gains his bearing. It is clear now and he performs an intense and thorough search of the unfamiliar area, and there is no sign to substantiate the presence of Michelle. Pulling himself to his feet, he notices a small rounded drinking well made of large jagged stones. Beside the well are many crushed and abandoned clay vessels used to carry the water. A few yards away several unbroken clay couplets lie on the …show more content…
Discovering a most uncontrollable mood of depression has taken him over. Holding his head with both hands, he clumsily leans against the well [lacking the energy to go on]. In a psychological spin, challenging his ability to function, a constant emotional pain randomly tosses out memories that cut deep into his psyche, reminding him of the consequence of his failure. He cannot take the disappointment any longer; devastated by the sudden change of events. He has failed the young French girl once again.
Then, as if he saw a ghost, he stares at his ring-seeing deep inside the circular key that will prove most significant.
“You want proof!” He angrily shouts, as if the Professor and Doctor Lawton could hear him. Fixed on a pottered cup lying next to the stone well between two flat rocks, he rushes to the well in a stupor, picking up the cup.
“I’ll give you proof,” He yells, straightforwardly tossing the cup aside when he spots a strange rock. Fervently he kneels, tossing a nearby rock high into the air; his tear confirms his emotional disappointment.
“Proof,” he sarcastically
The throbbing temperature beats down on a sprawled body lying on the desolate road. His clothes are torn, and arms badly bruised with evidence of superficial wounds all over. On his head, are traces of fresh blood? He is alone and destitute without consciousness. His hands stretched out in an odd manner, gripping tightly to nothing, the other hand with …show more content…
Moving in every direction [to circulate the blood] speeding up the process of his recovery and recapturing the awareness of his surroundings. His eyesight blurred, the unfamiliar sounds echoing in his ears, his body drained, absent of energy and desire as he slowly gains his bearing. It is clear now and he performs an intense and thorough search of the unfamiliar area, and there is no sign to substantiate the presence of Michelle. Pulling himself to his feet, he notices a small rounded drinking well made of large jagged stones. Beside the well are many crushed and abandoned clay vessels used to carry the water. A few yards away several unbroken clay couplets lie on the …show more content…
Discovering a most uncontrollable mood of depression has taken him over. Holding his head with both hands, he clumsily leans against the well [lacking the energy to go on]. In a psychological spin, challenging his ability to function, a constant emotional pain randomly tosses out memories that cut deep into his psyche, reminding him of the consequence of his failure. He cannot take the disappointment any longer; devastated by the sudden change of events. He has failed the young French girl once again.
Then, as if he saw a ghost, he stares at his ring-seeing deep inside the circular key that will prove most significant.
“You want proof!” He angrily shouts, as if the Professor and Doctor Lawton could hear him. Fixed on a pottered cup lying next to the stone well between two flat rocks, he rushes to the well in a stupor, picking up the cup.
“I’ll give you proof,” He yells, straightforwardly tossing the cup aside when he spots a strange rock. Fervently he kneels, tossing a nearby rock high into the air; his tear confirms his emotional disappointment.
“Proof,” he sarcastically