The wanderer kept the suns against her back. Soone, Cooyota and Oxide’s heat bearing down upon her.
Her mouth was dry, her last sip poorly planned.
She had walked an hour, maybe two before spotting a wisp of smoke on the horizon.
Another hour, she could finally spot the source. An unfamiliar sign of civilisation. A small compound, a fire lit within it, proving it inhabited.
It didn’t matter.
They had water.
2 years, 9 months ago
23 Apr 2020 23:53 CEST
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