Sunday Photo Fiction — Thirst

B59B6055-1DDA-4BA8-8776-64F92A5DEE1BHe knew the odds were against him, but his back was to the wall. It was his only way to save his home, his marriage, and his family, so he had to take the chance. It didn’t pan out.

They dropped him off in the middle of the Arizona desert, assuming that he wouldn’t survive the extreme heat for more than a day or two. This was the price you paid for having welshed on a bet when the mob is involved. Theirs was a take no prisoners mentality and he knew that from the get-go.

He scanned the barren land before him, seeing no signs of civilization anywhere along the horizon. And worse, no signs of water. He knew that temperatures in the desert would reach the low 100s by midday. There was nowhere to hide from the sun. No trees to shade him, not even a cactus large enough to shield him.

He decided to accept his fate and to give up. It was his karma. He was getting exactly what he deserved. As the sun rose on the second day, he knew it would be his last.

Until he heard the sounds of the helicopter blades overhead.

(200 words)


Written for Susan Spaulding’s Sunday Photo Fiction prompt. Photo credit: Joy Pixley.

14 thoughts on “Sunday Photo Fiction — Thirst

  1. Renard Moreau September 2, 2018 / 4:56 pm

    🙂 I would never make the mistake of messing with the mob.

    And, the Arizona Desert looks like a great place to lose someone.

    Fantastic prompt, Fandango!

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    • Fandango September 2, 2018 / 9:48 pm

      Did he? Or did he get air lifted out of the desert and certain death? Who knows?

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  2. abhiray59 September 3, 2018 / 3:16 am

    Good he was rescued. Hope he learnt his lesson, not to mess with the mob.

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  3. michael1148humphris September 3, 2018 / 3:36 am

    But to where will the helicopter deliver him, perhaps a top secret base from which no escape is permitted. As they say out of the frying pan into the fire.

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    • Fandango September 3, 2018 / 9:07 am

      Ah, that is the question. Is the helicopter friend or foe?

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  4. Susan September 3, 2018 / 3:50 pm

    I wonder who is flying the helicopter. Somehow I think he is jumping from the frying pan to the fire.

    Liked by 1 person

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