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The old man wakes up in hell and contemplates his condition. He must make haste to the well. A sip will cure his blurred vision. The road is long and fails to offer shade or shelter. He’s walked it hundreds of times before. The Sun beats down on his back, its tongue licks at his heels, but these he chooses to ignore.

After an eon it seems, the well materializes. The Sun refuses to leave him to his own devices. His muscles burn with fatigue, but he endures the torture, his will as strong as that ring comprised of brick and mortar. Hand over weathered fist, he pulls the rope with purpose, hoping the pail is full when it reaches the surface. But when he holds it, he finds a single drop’s all he drew. He sighs and closes his eyes,

A drop will have to do.

One day he knows that well will run dry. Will he have the good sense to lay down and die? Or will he stumble on cursed with unquenchable thirst, throw his body against the well and pray,

Please let there be water today

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from Twenty​-​Something Mutant Nobodies, released January 12, 2018

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