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Writing Prompt #43
write about a little girl who is on a quest for water in the middle of suburbia and can’t seem to find any anywhere.
Muddy brown eyes bore at the dirt path. A dry tongue slid over her cracked lips. So thirsty, she thought. She trod with heavy steps, nearly dragging her sandals over the eroded earth. Acid rain was common here, and water was a valuable niche for all living beings; if there was even any left. Holly slugged her way across the debris. Her last source of nutrition was some acorns she found under a cement slab. Unfortunately, the tannin made it almost indigestible to her because it was so bitter. She unhinged her jaw and clasped it a couple times, clicking her tongue as if it would get the taste of memory out. Not paying attention, she swiftly found a new friend in the hard ground.
“I hate this.”
