It’s Wednesday, or so I’m told, and that means that Denise of GirlieOntheEdge will be sharing the link for the Six Sentence Story blog hop.The word this week is “oasis”, the rules simple: six sentences to tell a tale.
Oasis by D. Avery
She couldn’t be certain when the guide had appeared, for time was an endless succession of broiling yellow sun and shivering silver stars, footprints filling with sand as soon as they were formed.
“The literature, as you should know,” she said again to the guide, “indicates that the oasis I seek should be just over there,” and she pointed to a formidable dune. “It also states that there one can have anything one wants, riches and luxuries beyond the imagination.”
They summited the dune but the oasis evaporated before their eyes, so they continued, on and on, until she beseeched the guide to just get her to some place where she could get a cool drink of water; that oasis also proved to be a mirage.
Finally, when after many more miles she told her guide that she wanted for nothing, that the sun, the stars, and the trackless sand were plenty, they stopped. Without hunger or thirst, she had arrived at the oasis.
I like the contrast of the sun and stars, and the tracks instantly filling back up with sand. Powerful images in a seemingly desolate land.
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Thank you.
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Could be describing 2020. (K)
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I like how wanting for nothing became her oasis.
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It takes ages to get there from here.
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The road to humility is often navigated by forces outside of our selves. Well constructed parable, D 🙂
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Thank you.
Initially I was going to go dark and spooky, have people disappearing in a mirage oasis. Hmm, maybe this still gets at that idea.
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Super cool six . Happy thanksgiving
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Thank you and back at ya.
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Love the image of sand filling the steps….good story.
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Thank you.
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very zen, yo*
Good Six
* a compliment particularly in this genre, simplicity and acceptance take a lot of words, at least in the hands of those of us of average skill, you have reflected the quality of the story in the telling of it
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Zen, zats what I was going for. Thank you, you picked up what I was laying down.
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Oh WOW, the first paragraph was a lovely opening, and the final one filled me up–Fabulous!
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Thank you very much.
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You’re most welcome.
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When we are content with what we have, no matter what that is or is not, that’s a respite, and oasis.
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What a lovely concluding paragraph. Being able to accept what we have been given in life sometimes can be difficult lesson, but can be life changing once a person is able to reflect and learn from their experiences. Lovely SSS.
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Thank you.
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Life is so often like that, isn’t it?
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Probably should be.
Good to see you among the Six Sentencers, Liz. I don’t get here to play as often as I should lately, but have enjoyed SSS for a long while.
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I’ll bet the Ranch keeps you busy these days.
Nice to retire, and leave those interminable meetings behind, eh?
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So sometimes I listen to radio during the day, because I can, and that’s where I heard that a recent study showed that meetings are not productive. Huh.
I am loving life, and though I’m not sure what I do all day, it sure takes all my time. Still settling in actually. Some day I might pursue writing, but… Sigh. I hear it’s a lot of hard work. So far I manage to find a million other things that must be done before sitting down seriously.
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It can take a year or two to settle into the luxury of really, mindfully relaxing into retired life. But it’s great getting there, as well as arriving.
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You transported me to the scenes. And the ending was beautiful. Well done.
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Thank you.
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So I am the only one who took this story at its literal meaning, and I am envisioning the single body of a woman, skin shriveled and dried, bits of hair and clothing blowing in the desert winds, sand sifting between the bones. It’s an even better six when you read it again as metaphorical 🙂 Great job!
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I took it as she died there in the desert, but at peace when she did. It doesn’t matter how we read it, and I’m glad you read it. Thanks.
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