“You can give without loving, but you can never love without giving.”
- Robert Louis Stevenson
A few days later, Justin Stone and Voltaire were walking through the forest, towards the desert. Voltaire heard a bird fly overhead. The blind man had insisted on not being dragged through the forest, instead he had two canes and a bell, the latter which he had pinned to Justin’s coat.
“Is that a swan?” Voltaire asked, pointing his right cane in the directions of the sound of wings.
“No birds like that here,” Justin said as he changed direction. The bell on his coat chimed with the change and Voltaire followed the sound.
“A goose then,” Voltaire said, wishing Justin would slow down as he tried to make his way through the unfamiliar trees. His pride, however, prevented him from actually asking Justin for help.
“More likely an omen of things to come,” Justin joked in a ghostly voice. “Here we are… the Efflorescence Desert.”
“It looks like everything else I’ve ever seen,” Voltaire said, gripping on to Justin’s arm tightly as he blindly found his guide again.
“It is beautiful,” Justin said as they entered the desert. The two men walked across the sand for a number of hours, taking a few small breaks along the way. Without warning, however, the sand began to swirl around in the air. Justin pulled Voltaire behind a large rock and said, “I think there is a sandstorm approaching. We have to get out of here. We are not prepared for this kind of weather disaster, Voltaire.”
“There’s no wind,” Voltaire said in awe. “That is not a sandstorm.”
The moving sand whirled around the rock when it became aware of them and knocked both men apart. Justin instantly ran away, losing his bell pin in the process.
Voltaire was blown away, losing his bag and his cane. Refusing to be thrown around like a rag doll, Voltaire struggled to his feet and yelled out, “Prudence!”
Disclaimer: This is an original story that is not based on any real people or events. It is a work of fiction that is purely for your entertainment.