A whirlwind adventure, full of action, romance and dust.


2. Aaron


He was about seventeen years old with messy brown hair and piercing blue eyes. His tall, lean frame was resting on the side of an old tree trunk. A faint scar ran from his left ear, to the edge of his lips. He was dressed all in black and he was looking straight at me. I didn’t know what to do, I just stood there staring at him like an animal caught in headlights. I wanted to ask him a million questions but instead I went for the cliché “Who are you?”

He smirked at me, obviously enjoying my apparent discomfort.

‘That’s not really important is it? What I really need to know is who are you?’ he smirked at me again before continuing.

‘Well actually scratch that, I know all about you but do you know about yourself?”

He was looking straight at me, I knew I should answer but instead I found myself wondering about how he obtained his scar.

“Hello? Is there anybody home?” I abruptly jolted back to the present to find the boy laughing at me again.

“What is it? What do you want? I have not idea who you are and you just turn up spouting all these cryptic little messages” I said in a rush glaring at him.

Irritatingly, he just laughed. Again.

So you can speak,” he said smiling playfully. “Well I’m glad because that makes things a whole lot easier”.

I just looked at him. I wasn’t lying when I said I had no idea who he was. He didn’t look local, he certainly didn’t sound local and what was he doing out during the dust season?

“Come on, time to go. It’s not safe to talk here” The boy said grabbing my arm. I hadn’t even seen him get that close.

“Hey!, Get off me. I’m not going with you, you’re a complete stranger!” I shouted at him trying to wriggle free of his iron grip. Some weird and twisted part of my brain was actually enjoying his arm touching mine.

“I knew this would happen. I told Erasmus this but did he listen? No.” the boy muttered to himself. He turned his head to mine, still with his arm gripping mine.

“My names Aaron and I’m not a stranger” Aaron let go of my arm to pull something out of his pocket.

‘This might come as a bit of a surprise” He turned to show me a photograph. It was all crumpled from being handled too many times. Though it wasn’t hard to make out the image. In the picture Aaron was standing laughing next to … me. I willed my eyes to be playing tricks on me. I blinked hard a few times, but the image stayed the same. How was this possible? I had never met Aaron till now, why were me and him laughing together in a photograph like we were best friends?

I looked up to find Aaron’s eyes staring into mine.

“You don’t have to say anything.” He breathed. “Just hold onto my arm and we will be away”

So I did.

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