Death's feast

a very very short story

Her feet were swollen from walking for miles in a pair of shoes two sizes too small, her lips so chapped they bled, her legs screaming with tiredness, and her stomach burning from eating sand and dirt. She wasn't sure how long she had walked. The hours past slowing and soon she lost track of time. Her home was only a faint memory. She wished she hadn't run. Oh, if only she hadn't. She should have let them take her. The white cell was better than this. The though of food and a soft bed made her want to collapse. She blinked, her eyes stinging in the heat of the day. She looked around the vast desert desperately. Not a single house in sight. Everything seemed to shake at every step. The hallucinations had started a few days ago. She would wake up half dead after them, they were horrible. They threw her off track and wasted time. Now she had no idea where she was now. All she wanted was to find a house. An she knew death was clawing at her ankles, ready to pull her down into the inky blackness. Death often appeared in her hallucinations. Convincing her to lay down and sleep. It was dresses as a woman wearing a bright white robe, shining brighter than the sun. And it was so tempting to rest her eyes and let go. Maybe she should. Her legs gave way, leading her body onto the hot, stinging sand. Her eyes drifted. Death grasped her leg pulling her farther and farther from reality. Too weak to escape the grasp of death she let it drag her under the sand and dirt. The sand filled her throat, eyes and ears, suffocating her. She gasped but only more sand entered. Then It went white. Death had won the battle, and she had lost. Death feasted well that night, laughing at the girls horrible choice. And then death sat up out of it's ink black chair and wandered back up to reality, ready to catch it's dessert.

Reviews

[Airbornenurse]

It may be a short story but could be part of a chapter in a book...made me think of a desert or beach.....I've been in deserts and know the feeling of sand everywhere and closeness of suffocation....keep up the great work