lunanne

 Sand spiralled around the barbed-wire fence in the distance due to the wind. It was barely eleven and yet it felt as though they stood in a gigantic oven. The girl who'd just come up from the cleft shot an irritated glance at her jeans; a myriad of dust spots specked the white denim from her ankles to her knees. She bent to wipe them off but smudged the brick-red particles in the process. There  was an odd clang followed by a thud in the sand. The girl looked up, sweat dripping from her bangs into her eyes. Her medallion had glided off her neck the minute she'd bended too low. She picked it up by the chain and sighed at the colour of her h