[Drabble] Water
I dream about it sometimes - cool water poured into tall glasses filled with ice. Diving into deep pools and swimming until I hit the bottom, pushing with both feet, hurtling towards the surface and taking deep breaths of fresh air. Warm water poured over my hair, rinsing white suds down drains.
Now, we search for it, go to the old ways - men with Y-shaped sticks wandering over dry fields. The places where water once came are as dry as lake beds, and we die slow deaths, each one more agonizing to watch than the last while we hoard plastic bottles.
Now, we search for it, go to the old ways - men with Y-shaped sticks wandering over dry fields. The places where water once came are as dry as lake beds, and we die slow deaths, each one more agonizing to watch than the last while we hoard plastic bottles.