One week now. Haven’t moved. Can’t. The sun too is my friend. Sucking out every last drop of water in me.
Water. I need water. Does it taste different for the thirsty and the quenched?
I’ve heard that your whole life flashes before you just before you die. But I see nothing. My entire life. Nothing.
That’s when I heard her, slowly walked towards me. Her black veil fluttering in the dry desert wind.
And then I saw her eyes.
I let out a silent laugh as I wondered - never imagined Death would be a woman..