Sand
Part 4 of Falling
A drabble
By Twitchy
9 Nov 2003

The day beat him down hard. Heat, scorching his body.

On his face.

The stars had disappeared and the morning burnt him. Closing his eyes didn’t help. It flamed through the lids and seared the bright pain into his brain.

He moved, escaping - the sudden jolt sending agony through every fibre.

Looked around.

And saw.

Sand.

Vast endless hills of sand.

His vision blurred and precious moisture ran down his cheeks as the pain flared again.

Dips and slopes. Valleys, inclines. Stunted bushes the only sign of life.

Mile upon mile of sand.

His head dropped and he groaned.

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FIN.