Martea stared down the tracks waiting for the bullet train that would bring her sister into the desert. The high sun meant that the valley floor had no shade from the surrounding mountains. Even her loose white dress couldn’t keep her from sweating. Sensible people would be resting at home in midday, but the cross-continental trains didn’t wait upon local tradition.
Reclaiming the Desert
Reclaiming the Desert
Reclaiming the Desert
Martea stared down the tracks waiting for the bullet train that would bring her sister into the desert. The high sun meant that the valley floor had no shade from the surrounding mountains. Even her loose white dress couldn’t keep her from sweating. Sensible people would be resting at home in midday, but the cross-continental trains didn’t wait upon local tradition.