The nomads gathered at the oasis to wait out the sand storms. A few knew each other from past seasons but most were strangers.
It started slowly. A shared drink here, a bite or two there. A week later they’re all family, sharing meals, wine, shelter and, in some cases, beds. The closeness led to tension. Card games, foolish bets, fist fights, “Hey, that’s my wife.”
Then, as sudden as they came, the storms were gone. The families and friends hugged and said goodbye. Back to being strangers till next year when their paths cross cross again. The cycle repeats.