50-Word-Story: Damnit
Jan. 27th, 2011 03:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aldersprigThe fountain was broken.
It was the final insult for Derek Tanner, as he flopped, parched and exhausted, on the cracked tile.
He had crossed the trackless dessert to find the lost city and ransack it for its treasures, and he would die here, for want of a crescent wrench.
It was the final insult for Derek Tanner, as he flopped, parched and exhausted, on the cracked tile.
He had crossed the trackless dessert to find the lost city and ransack it for its treasures, and he would die here, for want of a crescent wrench.
