A tall, slim, prickly cactus stands bare and lonely in the middle of nowhere
Longing for company, for someone, for something.
As night and day pass, stars are scattered, and raging storms flash through the sky.
Screams of horrified people pierce the air and disappear into the dark, dusty night.
Short, green grass surrounds the lonely cactus.
No company for miles, so the cactus stays put, knowing that someday, someone will come.