Prompt 6 : Coming Undone | Word Count : 1200 (exactly!) | Genre : Travel Memoir
I should have listened to that little voice.
I squint into the setting sun. They’re true; those movies depicting deserts as a golden blended haze of sun and sand. My reveling evaporates with the hollow sound of my water bottle. Empty.
“Have you guys got water?”
My croaky question sends a few lizards scrambling. I stare at my two silent friends, realizing the meaning of their non-commitment. Shit!
“We have to turn around,” I say as casually as I can, “we cannot spend the night with no water.”
The rising panic is palpable. But we know. There is only one way, and that is back to the river.