A curve in the desert

A curve in the desert. The woman stands within it, waiting for someone other to appear. She has been waiting for so long it is as if there had never been another place. The inside of her brain feels like it has absorbed the weight of the rest of her body. Sand in her blood and in her teeth. It doesn’t hurt at all, not like all of everywhere else had. Her hair is long and white, same as the sky has been for even longer. The curve continues. It is unclear who could have even made the mark. No other marks in all directions on forever indicate she or anyone could have ever walked from anywhere or might ever have a reason. I am saying this is a story without a beginning. It could be anywhere. We have waited all this time, for you. And now.