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Title: Lost in a wasteland
Characters: Casey Connor, mention of Zeke Tyler
Prompt: Picture - sand-covered house
Word Count: 200
Finished: 13.03.2020
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Casey squeezed his eyes shut against the glaring sun, unable to remember where he was, how he'd gotten here. Groaning, he looked around — sand, white finest sand wherever his eyes fall, covering everything. Even the small window and the doorframe were almost gone.
„Zeke?“ His mouth so dry that he could barely speak. „Zeke?“ Only the wind was answering, howling loud, without any pause, driving even more sand over the wasteland.
No escape, Casey realized, soon enough also his refuge would get swallowed up, falling into oblivion. Like he would. No one would remember him any longer. Even Zeke wouldn't.
Tears were running down his cheeks. He would never get the chance to tell him how much he meant for him.
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Reluctantly Casey opened his eyes, took in his surroundings through a mist of tears. The old dresser, the mirror, and the table with two wooden chairs. A shabby motel room. Not very comfortable but enough for two young boys who were looking for some time alone.
Casey breathed in deeply. Only a dream, a ridiculous fantasy. And he turned around to Zeke, who was lying on the bed beside him, snoring slightly. „I love you,“ he whispered.
Characters: Casey Connor, mention of Zeke Tyler
Prompt: Picture - sand-covered house
Word Count: 200
Finished: 13.03.2020
:::
Casey squeezed his eyes shut against the glaring sun, unable to remember where he was, how he'd gotten here. Groaning, he looked around — sand, white finest sand wherever his eyes fall, covering everything. Even the small window and the doorframe were almost gone.
„Zeke?“ His mouth so dry that he could barely speak. „Zeke?“ Only the wind was answering, howling loud, without any pause, driving even more sand over the wasteland.
No escape, Casey realized, soon enough also his refuge would get swallowed up, falling into oblivion. Like he would. No one would remember him any longer. Even Zeke wouldn't.
Tears were running down his cheeks. He would never get the chance to tell him how much he meant for him.
:::
Reluctantly Casey opened his eyes, took in his surroundings through a mist of tears. The old dresser, the mirror, and the table with two wooden chairs. A shabby motel room. Not very comfortable but enough for two young boys who were looking for some time alone.
Casey breathed in deeply. Only a dream, a ridiculous fantasy. And he turned around to Zeke, who was lying on the bed beside him, snoring slightly. „I love you,“ he whispered.