the careening object, thus resulting in the inevitable downfall of the device.
Rising cautiously to my feet, I observed
the wreckage from up high. Atop the heaps of
sand, my defiled computer was disregarded in
two separate pieces, the screen forever parted
from its keyboard. A vague uneasiness filled my
gut as my teeth dug impulsively into the already
disfigured flesh of my bottom lip. Not only was
the day’s progress lost to oblivion, but the ripe
scent of manure forced its way into the depths of
my nostrils. I furrowed my brow as I contemplated the source of such vile stench.
Then it hit me, quite literally to be exact. I
lunged forward in agony, gripping on to my shin
where it throbbed violently just around the bone.
My teeth pierced farther into my lip as my squinted vision just barely managed to see beyond limp
strands of hair. Upon biting back my pain, I composed myself to a tall stature, sweeping my thinning hair out of my face in the process. Once