Fatigue by Elizabeth Averay Sun glaring and hot, it bears down on dry cracked desert. Nothing but sand as far as the eye can see. Nothing to drink, no shade, just suffocating heat and sand. How did I get here, I don’t know. The last thing I remember is going skydiving. It was a birthdayContinue reading “Spook-tober: Day 16”
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