Sue grew up in a loving home, but she wanted to see the world.
The problem was she was surrounded by vast wastelands.
She often contemplated running away.
One night she packed as much food, equipment and water into her bag as she could.
As soon as her parents had fallen asleep she left on her journey.
The coolness of the night gave her comfort.
It eased her on her way.
But Sue had not thought about the sun.
As soon as the day broke the sun scorched her skin.
She saw nothing but dead lands ahead of her.
The dust blew in the wind.
It cut and blinded her.
She soon began to camp during the day to get out of the heat, and travelled by night.
After a few days, her food and water supplies were running low.
Heat and exhaustion had driven poor little Sue to near madness.
She saw things.
The devil tempted her with oases full of cool, sparkling water.
She saw her loved ones waving from afar.
Her flesh withered and her bones stiff, but onwards she staggered.
Her will was strong; she would not give up her soul.
But what of poor Sue now?
Is she nothing but dust?
Does her soul wander the wicked wastelands from which she could not escape?
Some say her cry can be heard in the howl of the winds.
Others say she’s feasting in a faraway land.
We’ll never really know what happened to Sue, or know the true extent of her nightmarish journey.
Stephen Riordan. (27/4/14).