….thirst, again, drove me on as the scant supply eked out what seemed ages ago, was almost gone….hope gave me strength as once more clouds built…casting shadows across the landscape……bring some relief from this burning sun.
Again, what was that…the sounds of shifting rocks…this time from in front of me as I moved upwards….look, I thought, or did I find voice and exclaim out loud….there was a greenness right ahead…perhaps this could mean that I would find some edible vegetation….be able to replenish my water after I have drunk deeply…my mouth was so dry…the thought of water made me salivate..a bit.
Looking up…the clouds have darkened but still maintained their rapid movement in the same direction I walk…..these clouds…were they inside or outside of the transparent dome?….there must be some way the moisture collected somewhere….similar to the short lived pools that helped wash the mud from my body and vegetation that I used to light that first fire.
As I looked toward the top of the mound….the smudges seemed to be more defined as perhaps tree like shapes…..or, if I was lucky, a cave or hollow to get out of this heat.
Suddenly a rock tumbled towards me…. coming to rest a centimetres from my foot….there wasn’t anything on the rock I could see as I turned it over in my hand…..it was the same as the others around me….not a scratch or scrape, a shard or sliver missing…it was just the same as all of the others about me.
How did it move or what made it move….there wasn’t anything around that I could see…..was I alone in this world or have others been plucked from their world and thrust into this hot domed existence.
Roast potato, chorizo, chick peas and olives
- 3 large potatoes cut into wedges
- 1 large onion
- 3 cloves garlic, chopped
- 3 chorizo sausages
- 1/4 cup olive oil
- 2 teaspoons onion flakes
- 1 cup black olives
- 1 can chick peas
- 3 tablespoons dry sherry
- 2 tablespoons red wine vinegar
- 3 tablespoons fresh oregano
- Juice of 1 lemon
- Preheat oven to 240C. Peel and cut potatoes into wedges. Chop garlic and onion into medium sized pieces.
- Place oil in roasting pan, add potato, onion and garlic, season to taste, stir to coat in oil and roast, stirring occasionally until starting to turn golden (15-20 minutes)
- Chop chorizo into large slices.
- Add onion flakes and chorizo, roast until crisp (10-15 minutes).
- Drain and rinse chick peas
- Stir in chick peas, olives, sherry and vinegar, scatter with fresh oregano. Cook for another 10 mins
- Squeeze over lemon juice.
- Serve hot.
….walking…always walking…..the desire to rest from the relentless heat, finding cooling shadows is strong. I want to discover what happened and how did I find myself in this place…the urge to seek compels me on.
The emergence from that primal ooze covered in sticky mud is now a distant memory…..but the transparent dome that covers this world is always there…a reminder of the strangeness I feel. The frustration at the dome’s seamlessness with the horizon…..I hoped the dome would touch the ground but it is always further away.
Sometimes I wished that I stayed near the cave…but the spaces that appeared were disconcerting, and, not wanting to be distracted by trivialities, I had to seek…..to where I know not.
Walking upwards on the slope towards those smudges streaked across the verdant mound drives me on…..the hard baked stony ground was changing, but not dramatically……occasionally I heard rocks shift….perhaps I am not alone in this strange world.
Remnants of what I think could have been vegetation or organic matter appeared between the rocky outcrops….dry and brittle…stooping, my fingers gingerly touched a small stick that seemed to be emerging from between some dusty scarlet rocks…rocks that looked like they were reclining on more rocks upon more rocks…..was there any soil deeper that may sustain vegetation?
The stick had small bumps where possibly leaves or buds once grew…suddenly the outer layer just crumbled at my touch. Underneath, the next part was hollow and it turned to dust when I pressed my fingers to the stick hoping to withdraw it from the ground….this part of this world is very different from where I commenced this confusion.
What was the purpose of this world that once possibly has a vegetative cover….that perhaps sustained some form of life?
The slope up the mound started to steepen…ahead I thought I saw a covering of green….almost level with my eyes so could be far or near….it was impossible to tell due to the steep incline…above that…the glint of light from the dome….above that was blue sky….I can’t remember when I last time I saw clouds.