THE DESERT 

By Tessa Harvey


    The desert fascinated Zack. He had lived in New Zealand for some years, then his parents had travelled to Australia. In school holidays they had taken Zack and Erica on some wonderful camping and caravanning trips.
    It was hard work travelling a desert, but the scenery was breathtaking. Several times he slowed to watch large goannas and marvelled at their size and beautiful markings. One looked at him for a few minutes with intelligent eyes, then ambled away.
    Breakfast was calling. Budgies soared in large flocks of flashing, chattering colour.
    The sunrise and sunsets were often breathtaking, huge swathes of colour lighting up the arid landscape of bright red sand, rock towers, tough plants.
    He had plenty of provisions and medicines if needed. Also spare parts for his vehicle, many of which he needed - too many to be not bad luck. 
    Finally he approached the tiny settlement where Esther lived. Zack prayed. He booked in at a small motel, showered and changed and finally found her home in a garden of tall weeds, and strewn rubbish.
    Karl's welcome was hostile. "Too late! She's promised to my mate. Married in three days. So sling your hook. Goodbye!"


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