Posted: Mar 07, 2010 9:15 pm
by thaesofereode
At first: nothing.

He raised the vial again from where his arm had dropped to his side. He had to make certain he'd actually emptied the bottle's contents into his mouth instead of spilling it over himself in his sunken, waterless state.

Suddenly an unimaginable heat rose from the very pit and root of his stomach. "What, HEAT?" he thought. The irony of it nearly overcame him, and he laughed aloud, then stopped short, his mouth contorted in mirth as the same heat took a wrenching turn to cold. So cold, he thought he'd freeze to the very sand where he lay. And he shivered as the last light of the day was gone.

A voice then came into his mind. Or was it from the air? Or out of the sand? Or from his own lost subconscious?

"Take the other," it said.

Uncertain and reckless, he grabbed the second vial, and in haste --- not allowing himself to think or second guess --- as if in thrall to the voice, he opened it and drank.

. . . To Be Continued . . .