Welcome to the land of Friday Fictioneers which starts on Wednesday. Please don’t be confused, as people from all over the world participate and so the challenge has to start on Wednesday to be fair to those all over.

Thanks for reading and visiting and if you would like to participate with us please head over to the head mistress Rochelle’s  blog and read up on the few rules. If you just want to read other great stories based from the same picture then click here and read away! Oh, make sure you read and comment on mine first though. Thank you very much!

THE CHALLENGE:

Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end. (No one will be ostracized for going a few words over the count.)

THE KEY:

MAKE. EVERY. WORD. COUNT.

 

Genre: Literary Fiction (102 words)

 

Gasping from the heat, having had no water for days, Henri stumbled and fell. His dry, cracked, bleeding lips moved in silence. His claw like fingers digging in the hot scorched earth.

His feet bare, blistered,  raw from running, walking, crawling. His caked eyes red from the glare of the sun. He drew himself up, shaky on weak legs. He took another leaden step, then another.

He had to keep moving or die in the heat of the afternoon sun.

Henri jerked awake, swung his legs off the bed. Naught but a nightmare. He stood and limped to the sink for another drink of precious water.