The Sand Men
“She took bottles of water, salt tablets, a cold lunch, a swimsuit and a spare shirt, then set off in her son Ben’s luxury BMW 4X4. Once a month she headed out into the hinterlands, just past the Desert Hideaway Hotel, where hawk trainers staged displays for tourists. She usually stopped for a cocktail and a swim in their deserted pool, then drove for a further hour to the edge of the desert.
It was always too hot to leave the vehicle there, but she had discovered an empty spot where there was nothing to see but an undulating horizon of coral sand and the painted aquamarine backdrop of the sky. The sight of it always brought peace, giving her the freedom to contemplate her life. She found the process more therapeutic than going to one of the overpriced coastal spas. She disapproved of having to put a price on what she felt should be the most natural of pleasures.
As a child of wealthy liberals on New York’s Upper East Side, Rachel had always enjoyed the run of the city, and the uniform...ity of life here subdued her.MoreLess
It was always too hot to leave the vehicle there, but she had discovered an empty spot where there was nothing to see but an undulating horizon of coral sand and the painted aquamarine backdrop of the sky. The sight of it always brought peace, giving her the freedom to contemplate her life. She found the process more therapeutic than going to one of the overpriced coastal spas. She disapproved of having to put a price on what she felt should be the most natural of pleasures.
As a child of wealthy liberals on New York’s Upper East Side, Rachel had always enjoyed the run of the city, and the uniform...ity of life here subdued her.MoreLess
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