Marcilla: A Modern Fantasy
MARCILLA: I walked down the desert highway, under a canopy of stars so bright that they might have seared my eyes if I’d looked at them too long. In the east, far to my right, the thinnest sliver of moon glimmered dully. A cool breeze brushed my face. It was beautiful. I had begun walking just after dark, and had already come a fair way. I wasn’t in any particular hurry, and was not walking particularly fast, but the open spaces always put a spring in my step that the concrete canyons of cities never do. My only luggage was my light rucksack thrown over my shoulder, so I wasn’t heavily burdened. As I walked, I stretched my arms out and threw my head back, luxuriating in the feel of being out in the open. …