The road was washed away in places. White polished stones broke through the aged tar, grabbing at our tires. We slowed over rutted concrete and the gravel kicked up by our tires clanged on the underbelly of the car. All around us was the valley floor, flat, without feature. A whirling dervish of sand was kicked up by the wind. We closed the windows. No other car passed, no other car was visible on this desolate band of narrow road. We were out exploring again. After about thirty minutes of travel there was a gate across the road. Locked. Lynn looked over at me and smiled. She does not take to being told what she can and cannot do. Fences and chains and gates are anathema to her.
We shall, and did. We got out and left the car there, in the middle of the road. I watched her climb over the gate. I stepped around it. This section of the road had not been traveled on for quite some time. It was in perfect repair; a constant up-grade that tired us out as we walked. When we reached the top of the hill, beyond us was an old deserted mine with a rusting field office and tanks for processing and storage. A fine polished gray powdery sand was underfoot and stacked in large, unmarked, thick, clear plastic bags. There were wooden pallets all around but not yet weathered by the sun. It was as if the place was newly deserted. And we were the last two people on earth.
Well, as I see it, we’d better get to re-populating pretty damn soon!
The above description was influenced by the WordPress Daily Post challenge, which stated:
“Today’s twist: organize your post around the description of a setting.
Giving your readers a clear sense of the space where your story unfolds will help them plunge deeper into your writing. Whether it’s a room, a house, a town, or something entirely different (a cave? a spaceship?), provide concrete details to set this place apart — and to create a more immersive reading experience.”