Hey guys I’m posting this story because I won Write4Fun with it and I thought I would share it with you.
I walk in the scorching heat holding my wounded brother while his blood drips down my leg. I hear screams coming from the front, people dying of exhaustion from the heat.
My sister is yelling in my ear because she has been walking for 12 hours with no rest and my mother is too tired and weak to hold her. In the distance, I see a tent. Is that it, could it be, it’s the camp. I’m finally here.
Upon entering the camp, I dropped my brother, then lay down beside him on the boiling sand. My sister lies on top on of me. I whispered “we made it”.