Traumas: A Short Story

A small village, in the middle of the desert. Built from hardened sand that was molded into houses. It was midday, and all of the villagers were inside of their clay huts, waiting for the sandstorm outside to slow down. It had started a couple of miles away, but the dry, loose, sand and harsh winds had been perfect for it to grow. It had only been bad luck that it went to their village. In the farthest hut to the east, almost outside of the village, Tomas was curled up in a chair in the center of his hut. It was quite small, and only held a small bucket of water, a bed of hay, and a couple of metal tools. Outside, the storm cut past the village, to the west. Tomas quickly gathered his water and some food, and went around the