At the Airport

At the airport both parents had made the journey to greet her. They had aged. Or maybe, they were always that worn, and she had not noticed before this just how tired they looked. Hot sun and hard work can weather the farmer.

After hugging and exchanging introductions, they bundled into the car for the ninety kilometre drive out to the farm. The gravel roads slowed them somewhat. Looking out at the landscape, Calvin thought that the greenery looked anaemic- this country was dry as tinder, a tangle of twigs, dust clouds and blackened trees. He kept his observations and comparisons to himself.

-Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances