Charloft: original drabble: Exertion
85) Author's choice: Exertion
Counted as one of my 100 drabbles of summer
Muse: Ashton
I glared down at the large, thorny plant. It sat there, thick vines protecting that one single flower I needed. The thorns were red, reflecting deeply scored lines in my arms.
I wiped my forehead from the exertion, I'd been at this for over an hour. I couldn't reach through the vines, I couldn't cut them off, I was stumped. But I had to have that flower; the key ingredient to the antidote.
First I had to get the flower home though. Time to dig the whole thing up and deal with thorns later.
Back breaking work, here I come!