Us vs. the Apocalypse
Title: Washing in the River
Word Count: 100
The first splash of cold water against my bare legs was heaven, a frigid shock across my skin and straight up my spine. Shivering, I waded out further, letting the water creep to my thighs, then bent to scoop handfuls of it across my dusty arms.
“Holy shit, what is this, the fucking Arctic?” Keenan exclaimed behind me. I turned around just in time to see Mason throw his arms around our shivering and oblivious Hunter and yank him backward into the river.
“BE CLEANSED!” Mason hollered, his voice echoing through the trees around us. “IN THE NAME OF JEEEEEEESUS!”
Word Count: 100
The first splash of cold water against my bare legs was heaven, a frigid shock across my skin and straight up my spine. Shivering, I waded out further, letting the water creep to my thighs, then bent to scoop handfuls of it across my dusty arms.
“Holy shit, what is this, the fucking Arctic?” Keenan exclaimed behind me. I turned around just in time to see Mason throw his arms around our shivering and oblivious Hunter and yank him backward into the river.
“BE CLEANSED!” Mason hollered, his voice echoing through the trees around us. “IN THE NAME OF JEEEEEEESUS!”