The trip between Egypt and Jerusalem had taken hours already, the environmental shielding on his sand skimmer shone a faint orange, the barren wastes flying by below were scattered with husks of tanks and bones, scorch marks still clinging to a battle field no one wanted to remember. ~excerpt from the short story
"Strange New World,"
The Tuxedo Archives: Vol. 2006
, Article 14.
Available at: https://scholar.dominican.edu/tuxedolit/vol2006/iss1/14