It had been three days.
Three days of checking on the little cave in the desert.
Three days of hope.
Three days of listening to "It can't be a coincidence, this is real proof!"
And as the sun set on the third and final day, hours of watching that same hope crash and burn.
"You must drink." He said, pulling a waterskin from his belt. He offered it to the woman on the rock. Not even a sideways glance.
"Go away." She muttered, voice thick with unshed tears and a dry throat. The warrior sighed and sat next to her, removing the cork to take a brief sip. Water was precious in the South.
"We have been out here for hours since before sunrise."
"I said go away."
There was a decision to be made here. Leave or stay. Speak of the issue now or later, and right now, later sounded wonderful. Later when grief and doubt were not at the forefront. Later when the urge to kill whoever printed the article 'For All People' had faded. When they could forget how coincidence led to three days beside a tomb still full.
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Skies of Gor
Cerita PendekA series of short stories set in John Normans' Gorean Saga, with TWO shorts written already! - A Work in Progress: the end of the series, contains no spoilers. Drama and slice of life. - A Tomb Still Full: set before AWiP, contains religious themes...
