Thursday, October 10, 2013

100 Words a Day 402

There was a gnawing in his stomach and he was dizzy. His gut was bloated from hunger. The food ran out two days ago and he hadn’t seen game or forage since. He focused on putting one foot in front of the other. New Chadds Ford couldn’t be far.

He plodded along the derelict highway, through sunset and into the night. As the hours wore on, he teetered more and more before finally collapsing in the road, overcome by exhaustion. When he came to, the sun was high. He rolled over, starting when his burned neck touched the hot road.

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