Krystle Vermes

The Heavens

The sun had been beating down on his back for hours. Now he was ready to give up. Death would only come as sweet, sweet relief from the endless sand dunes and whipping wind. Then, he spotted it. On the horizon, two palm trees. In between, there appeared to be a lake. He could almost feel the waves of the water cascading over his boiling skin…

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