Desert.

[J.k. Hitchiker]

by J.k. Hitchhiker


A man may ask for a wife and gets back a daughter. A man may ask for money and gets back gold. A man may ask for peace.
And gets back death.

All I asked for, was just a beverage. A cool iced beverage.
"Cola?" She asked stupidly with the social expressions of a damned cactus in the bitter and dry desert.
Cola, milk, water. You don't care about what to drink when you were in the desert for three days in a row, with nothing more than some raw bacon and half a bottle of dirty water.