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shoots_kneecaps8. Sand
There are days when he thinks if he never sees another grain of sand, it will be too soon.
No matter how careful he is, the stuff gets everywhere. In his hair, his eyes, his boots, even his cot. There's sand where no person ever wants sand.
It even haunts his dreams at times, every potable liquid turned to sand while he's dying of thirst.
Though those bad dreams are better than some of the others, where the sand is churned up and scorched; splattered with blood, and sometimes worse.
He misses the days when sand was just a beach.
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Muse: John Reese
Fandom: Person of Interest
Word Count: 100 words exactly
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charloft's 100 Drabbles challenge
There are days when he thinks if he never sees another grain of sand, it will be too soon.
No matter how careful he is, the stuff gets everywhere. In his hair, his eyes, his boots, even his cot. There's sand where no person ever wants sand.
It even haunts his dreams at times, every potable liquid turned to sand while he's dying of thirst.
Though those bad dreams are better than some of the others, where the sand is churned up and scorched; splattered with blood, and sometimes worse.
He misses the days when sand was just a beach.
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Muse: John Reese
Fandom: Person of Interest
Word Count: 100 words exactly
Written for
charloft's 100 Drabbles challenge
