Revive in the Fountain

I pry my tongue from the pasty mire on the roof of my mouth. Parting my chapped lips, I heave in a breath of sultry air. Perspiration streams down my legs as I trudge across the parking lot. I struggle with a dizzy urge to hustle out of the August glare. My body…

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Unquenchable

Dry skin shrivels into minuscule canyons between veins and wrinkles, aging my hands decades beyond the years they've earned. A pinched spot eases back into place, confirming my need for water.  I drink the last drop from my glass, but my flesh will soon crave more. Just outside, noon rays crisp each…

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