Thursday, March 19, 2020

100 World Challenge

Black ash swirled and dived, it creeped inside lungs and stiffened my legs. My heavy pack stabbed my bleeding shoulders and my matted hair got stuck in my muddy face. Sunlight was a memory and so was proper food. On the horizon I saw shelter. An old damaged shack sat almost directly beside a sinkhole creeping into it by the second. I could have died if I went straight in, but I was desperate. I hadn't had  food in ages let alone a piece of fruit like a banana. I jumped over the sinkhole and grabbed the door. Finally food!

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