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The sun still danced in her mind; she tried to not let go of what she saw,
what she remembered. The bright light shone down upon her flesh and she
glistened with sweat. Stacy saw herself in a desert and there were
letters written in the sand, the white, white sand. They were written in
some strange language using archaic letters, yet she understood what they
were. She saw the letters C-A-L-A-M ...but then the sound of something
flying brought her eyes upwards. A dark shape covered the sun and her
eyes hurt in the darkness. Then the dark shape descended upon her! She
was hit with rock, with pebbles, with sand...with white, white sand. She
lay there, sprawled upon the white sands, arms outstretched and legs laid
low. A man stood laughing, he was far yet close enough. He wore an armor
that glittered in the hot sun and beside him was the catapult he had
used. He looked from upon his height and saw the wounded form of Stacy,
sprawled upon the sands in the form of a T or a 'cross' depending on your
point of reference.
Stacy trembled now in the darkness of her Super 8 Motel room. Her breath came in sporadically, she was on the verge of hyperventilating. "White.... white..... white sands.... project.... projectile..... propulsion..... test...." Then she fell back upon her bed in an unconscious stupor. When she awoke later that morning she quickly looked through the telephone book searching for a local map. What she saw chilled her bones. Not too far from Socorro was another city, Las Cruces (which she immediately recognized as Spanish and meaning 'the crosses') yet what nearly stopped her heart was that beside that black city dot was another that had the title: White Sands Testing Facility.
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