Desert Wastelands
I trudge on in the sweltering desert sun. The thin sand shifts with my footsteps, revealing the cracked ground underneath. Beads of perspiration formed on my forehead, my hair flopped and stuck to my face.I trudge on in the sweltering desert sun, alone.
I struggled with each step I take. Stomp, stomp, stomp. Moving forwards, towards the horizon. Where the sun sets in the evenings. Towards a greener land, I hope.
Stomp... stomp...... stomp...... each step I took became heavier and heavier.
Stomp......... I could barely lift my feet.
Why?
I look down, and find- tiny little pale hands clasping at my boots. Little desert sprites, spirits of my hometown. Looking up with their pale thin faces, imploringly they whimpered, and hung on with all of their little might.
I shifted my feet. They hung on like wet sand. I stomped. I kicked at the air. They hung on all the tighter, and I could feel it. My energy, slowly being sucked away by their little hands.
"Help us..." they cried.
"Please... take us with you..." they cried.
As I struggled, the last of my strength left me, and I could only watch the sun set, turning the sky above the horizon a beautiful purple colour.
And as I lay there with the whimpering sprites, the cold came in where the sun's rays could no longer reach.
Its another day in the desert.
posted by Chrome @ 8:44 PM
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