The air was cool and gentle… like spring water on the tongue, ah… Water, he remembered the taste of that. Thirst was the least in a long list of lack plaguing him, a need he didn’t have the luxury of filling.
Then there was the hunger, he’d long resolved that every being was comprised of four parts, the spirit, the mind, the body and hunger. What other explanation would there be for this everlasting sinking feeling?
Hunger as twisted as the old roots of an ancient tree wrapped around another ancient tree’s gnarled roots, hunger as deep as a sink hole created by a dried up river…. ah, there it was again… water…
He was knee deep in it
If he concentrated well enough, he could feel the it sloshing around his legs, the thirst returned with a Continue reading