Writing Prompt No. 25
The heat of the day was unrelenting.
As he looked out to the horizon the rays of warmth radiated up from the ground making the distant view shimmer and dance. There was no one else in sight just a flat landscape stretching out as far as he could see. Sweat trickled down his forehead and into his eyes, the salt making them sting. He wiped his forehead with his hand. He needed something to shield his face from the heat of the sun. He opened the boot of the car and fished around in his bag. He pulled out a t-shirt he’d worn two days ago at his stag night - the last night that he’d seen his so-called ‘friends’. The ones who’d driven him out into the middle of the desert and left him there, sleeping in the back of the car. They took the keys.
He pushed the t-shirt over his head just enough that it covered his forehead and draped down the back of his neck. He found a tie and wrapped it around the top of his head. Somewhere he was sure was a baseball cap he’d found left behind in the hotel room. Someone’s. He didn’t care whose. It would be good if he could find it though just to shade his eyes. He’d trodden on his sunglasses when he’d got out of the car. They rolled off his lap onto the ground when he opened the door. Fuck. He hated his friends right now.
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