A condensed version of this story, 101 words exactly, received Honorable Mention in the Dog Days of Summer Contest at Michael J. Solender’s blog where you can download the e-chap book of contest entries free.
Photo by Van Donovan
The sun stalked her, wringing the moisture from her body, scorching her tender flesh. Hair clung to her neck and forehead, sweat stung her eyes. She ran her damp t-shirt across her face again and pushed forward, cursing her busted radiator and the wretched heat.
A breeze kicked up, dust swirled around her, caking sweat to her arms and neck then dying as quickly as it came. She screamed her frustration to the barren desert, begging for a long shower and a cold drink, as the blazing orb mocked her from its throne on high. She spit her disgust in the dirt, but only air passed her cracked lips. Catching her foot on a rock, she stumbled, landing face first in the sand, a cloud of dirt filling her lungs. She choked and gasped for air, each breath drawing in more dirt than the last.
The sun moved in on its fallen prey, wrapping its heat around her like a mighty fist, suffocating her on the desert floor.