Sand

The desert stretched behind them as far as they could see. They’d been walking through it for ages, waiting and hoping for the sight of just one tree, maybe a shrub, something that wasn’t dry and dead.

There had to be something better beyond the desert, but they’d run out of desert now, and this didn’t seem to be much of an improvement.

Sand.

They were sick to death of sand in their shoes.

Standing silently, they stared out at the ocean.

Beach sand and desert sand were the same damn sand.

The sharks swam lazily in the undrinkable water.