Thursday, July 19, 2018

100 Words a Day 1231


The onset of the thirst was sudden and all-consuming. I cast the sweat-drenched sheet off of my emaciated body and rolled out of bed, crashing onto the floor. I was so weak. But the thirst. The thirst crackled at every nerve-ending of my body. I dragged my wane body across the floor. Initially without destination, I gradually became aware of a scent tickling the tips of my nose hairs. I followed that electrifying odor down the many flights of stairs, until I was lying atop the cold basement stones, lying in wait for the scurrying rats, full of precious blood.

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