She detected ripe body odor as she drew near. A wet-dog smell. A whimper. She slowed her pace, pulling jeans and a t-shirt from her backpack, cautiously navigating overturned trash-cans.
His bloodshot eyes pleaded forgiveness. Vulnerable and curled into his nakedness. Streaked with mud… and something else. He reached out for his clothes.
Lisa H. Owens
Created for a 53-word May 2023 Short Story Prompt:
Archaeologists say that humans developed agriculture and pottery many millennia before the invention of the wheel. Now, when many people by a stroke of their thumb can have groceries delivered in an hour, it’s hard to comprehend eight thousand years of producing heavy things to be carried or dragged; moved only by burden. Write a 53-word story about sweat.
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