OK, I couldn’t resist doing another 100 word story for Chuck Wendig‘s flash fiction challenge.
So, here it is – story number two…
She limped along, trying unsuccessfully to ignore the searing pain in her left shin. The blood had congealed, so she was no longer bleeding.
She used a branch as a makeshift walking stick, leaning onto it so as not to aggravate the wound.
The bucket she carried seemed to get progressively heavier, feeling after a time as though it were filled with boulders. She had twice felt as though her shoulder had dislocated.
The merciless, relentless sun beat down on her emaciated frame, reminding her of the thirsty children awaiting her return.
She’d walked two miles.
Two more to go.