THE LONELY DESERT 

By Tessa Harvey

    A pleasant older man entered, looked around the small dining area of the hotel. He seemed very pleased to see the lady from the black SUV. They greeted each other warmly, looked around and saw Shayla was alone and wandered casually over.

    The woman, who had seemed so unpleasant in the small bed and breakfast was now all smiles. They introduced themselves as dear friends, Philip and Joan. Later Shayla would call them Adolf and Hitler, not realising both names applied to the same man. History was not a strong point. History, of course was mainly totally disregarded by modern forward-thinking youth. And often by others - history, as they say, doomed to repeat itself. But Phillip and Joan were warm, friendly, generous with their time and money, and Shayla used to a large family, was now lonely.