The old man shuffled along the dusty road; with head bowed
he moved forward one step at a time.
He was one of the lucky ones, making it outside the city
before the disease spread and the city was cut off from the rest of the world.
Behind him a band of light appeared along the horizon as the
sun began its climb. The dusty
vegetation alongside the road slowly emerged from the shadow of night. Parched from the lack of rain the landscape
braced for the coming heat of day.
He considered his fate if he didn’t find water.
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