We walked for miles. The sun was shining. Without clouds its rays were relentless. The roads spat loads of dust up into our already dry mouthes. Everywhere we enquired offered a negative answer. Nada. Our next crossing would last three days, we couldn’t embark on such a journey empty handed.
Regardless of our endless supply of water – the world will end in three days, if our last bottle won’t make it – how could we?
This is a Trifecta challenge: The world will end in three days. What with my current reality – how could I come up with anything else than this for such a prompt. These are pressing issues.