Wednesday, May 14, 2014

Drabble #7-8

Alec looked up, one hand shielding his eyes from the sun and the other swiping the sweat collecting on his cheek. He felt as if his leg hairs were going to burn off. Every step he took made him more and more aware of how far away he was from the rest of the group. Would they notice he was missing? Or would they just leave him to die in the middle of the desert? The plastic water bottle residing in his backpack was definitely empty, and all he had in his backpack was a miserable pack of beef jerky...

Rina barely had any time to register what was happening when the car jerked out of control and threw her body against the side door. All she heard was a crash, a shout, and the windows of her dad's new car breaking into a million tiny shards of glass. There was a dip in her stomach, and then there was nothing but water everywhere. They had fallen off the bridge into the river. They were going to die. Shit, crap, fuck! She tried to scream, but all that came out was air bubbles, and all that came in was water.

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