by Kerry Tolson @kerrytolson.com
Part one. . .
“I swear I’m going to have a blister on my butt” I say to Mal as we sway back and forth, the leather rubbing uncomfortably hot against my 3/4pants and calves. “Forget butt, the ‘boys’ are copping a beating” Mal groans back.
I hear him push himself up off the saddle, then settle back down.
A golden hue blanches over us and as I look down onto the sands, I’m struck with the vague feeling I have seen a scene similar to this before - long stilted legs silhouetted in a palette of burnt orange, carmine and rust – although it was elephants and not camels. And just like the Salvador Dali painting this image conjurers up, I feel as if I’m in a surreal moment right now, surrounded by dreams and creative energy.
Hello! I'm Kerry
. . . a plan-nothing, have no idea where I'm going travelholic.
A daughter of the gypsies and the wife of a workaholic, I'm forever wondering 'What's over there?' and devising ways to squeeze through the barbed-wire fence of small-business ownership responsibilities and every-day life tangles to discover it.
and this is my book