Desert

Ethan trudged across the seemingly endless desert salt flats, stopping briefly every thirty minutes or so to take a sip of his precious water, the sun’s rays relentlessly beating down on him boiling every drop of moisture from his lips and eyeballs, burning the tips of his ears and baking the brain in his scull, but he took comfort in the fact that the sun was also bleaching his hair and putting in those lovely blonde highlights, the ones that normally would cost a fortune at Mimi’s Hair Salon, and he smiled as he thought how great it would look with his biscuit colored shirt and his new Gloria Vanderbilt denim jacket.