This desert is so hot my temper snaps with each rising degree. I sure wish a sage appeared to direct me to the edges of this dusty place. Better yet, they are magic, so transporting me to a cooler spot in the world would rock!
Add to the heat, the bruise on my thigh was swelling. Ice was the key to keeping it down. Well, that won’t happen. And it’ll turn blue soon! Oh, joy!
The sun begins dipping down, and shadows from the cactus form on the ground. I stretch my injured leg while I’m writing my last words.
I Write Her 
Superb use of all of the words, Susi!
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Thanks, Eugenia! I’m happy when that happens! :)
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You’re welcome, Susi!
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The desert can get pretty dangerous if you’re caught out in the middle of it without any help nearby. You capture that fact perfectly here, and I love the way your poem looks like a cactus. ^_^
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Thanks so much!
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Amazing descriptions, lovely short story.
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Thanks so much, Diana!
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🥰
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A clever use of all the words!
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I appreciate you saying, Judy!
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A very touching story Susi
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Thank you so much, Sadje!
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You’re most welcome
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