Victory

[Ali Znaidi]

“It’s chaos! It’s chaos!” exploded the shepherd. The whirling tempest was tracing labyrinths—pebbly cobwebs, in fact. The goats’ bleats sank into the abysmal tempest. Then silence pervaded as the shepherd & the goats swilled the intoxicating thick dust against their wills. “I’m a scapegoat! I’m a scapegoat! I’m a scapegoat!” exploded the shepherd. Though he was forced to do such a dangerous task in this dangerous wilderness, the shepherd lit a cigarette & started exhaling the smoke against the tempest, feeling his oats because [once again] he didn’t sink into the sand.

[Ali Znaidi]

Thank you very much for commenting Joey.

[Joey Delgado]

"The whirling tempest was tracing labyrinths..."

Great line. Is this about a sandstorm? I really like the image of the shepherd lighting a cigarette amidst the chaos. It's an act of outward calm and inner turmoil. I've done it many times in many situations.