Low Battery

It started with an evening camel ride in the Sahara Desert of Morocco. Abdul, my guide of about twenty, looked like the handsome prince from central casting. I balanced myself on the uncomfortable back of a white dromendary. Suddenly, from the distance I heard the hoots and shouts of a horde of men coming toward us. They surrounded Abdul and myself and forced us off our camels. Within a minute, the horde, camels and Abdul had disappeaed over the dunes.
I stood there, all alone dressed in a cape and turban while darkness swifly descended upon me. I pulled out my trusted cell phone and read the message–low battery.
God help me.

Ellynore Smith