“I am a person who has lived in the Sahara Desert for nine years,” said the voice.
“Where am I?” I asked myself.
“You are safe here with me,” said a voice.
“Who are you?” I asked.
“I am a person who has lived in the Sahara Desert for nine years,” said the voice.
“What is your name?” I asked.
“My name is Bedouin,” said the voice.
“Doesn’t that mean the desert-dweller?” I asked Bedouin.
“Yes, that is correct,” said Bedouin. “How do you know this?”
“My mom taught me this,” I said.
“Where is your mom?” asked Bedouin.
“I don’t know, I think she probably died in the tornado that destroyed my city, Iowa,” I said.
“What is your mom’s name?” asked Bedouin.
“Her name was Angela Dajani,” said Jake. “It’s hot out here, can I come inside your ‘house’ to drink some water to hydrate my body?” I asked.
“Sure, come inside,” said Bedouin.
When I walked inside, I saw two jugs of water and one jug of orange juice.
“Why do you have so many jugs of water and juice?” I asked.
“I have had these for a few years now, they are old now,” said Bedouin.
“Aren’t they expired?” I asked.
“Yes, I always drink expired stuff,” said Bedouin.
“That is disgusting,” I said.
“No, it actually tastes good when it is expired,” said Bedouin.
“Are you sure?” I asked
“Yes, you want to try some?” asked Bedouin.
“No thank you, I am okay,” I said.
“I insist,” said Bedouin.
“Fine, I am only going to take one sip of the expired juice,” I said
After taking a sip of the expired liquid, I went outside of the tent and spit out the expired liquid.
“I am going to hunt for animals,” said Bedouin. “You want to come along with me?”
“I will only go if you take the mask off your face,” I said.
“No, I am not going to take it off my face,” said Bedouin.
“I do not want to go, you can go yourself,” I said
“Suit yourself,” said Bedouin.
Once Bedouin left, I went inside the tent and started going through her stuff.
“Map to the latest tornado in Iowa,” I said to myself while I held a mysterious piece of paper in my hands.
