A Woman In The Desert

Clio lived in the middle of the North American deserts, more precisely in the Mojave desert. But that's not to say it was a rough life; far from it, for this particular part of the desert was filled with nearly every possible consumable found in America. She called it home, but most people called it Las Vegas.

Now if you asked Clio, she would say she lived in a small oasis within this desert. She had a yard, and unlike most residents of that great city, her yard contained a great variety of bushes, grass and trees whereas most yards contained sand and rocks. It was a desert, after all.

She didn't have to tend the lawn; a team of hard-working immigrants were paid to do that for her, and this suited her just fine, even if she risked an occasional glance through an open window catching her half-dressed, asleep on the bed. Residential hazzard or occupational perk, she wasn't sure, but it was well worth it.

What was most amazing about this oasis were the trees. Oh, how she loved all the trees. Maple trees, Pine trees, Ash trees, and of course, palm trees were everywhere. Clio reckoned there was more shade on the ground than actual sunlight and this impressed her even more for most places she saw were fully exposed to the sun's onslaught of energy. "After all," she would say, "it is a desert!"

Now some experts do not consider the Mojave to be a desert in its own right, but that was just fine with Clio, for some experts did not consider her to be a woman in her own right! But there was no mistaking her femininity or beauty, and like the star for which she was named, it was here in the desert where she would shine the brightest.