Competition Eleven Highly Commended: Dead Water

She’d walked most of the way along a deep, dry river gorge, its uneven boulders easier to navigate than the treacherous craquelure of parched farmland; a vicious fissure had twisted her ankle.   The desiccated remnants of a lone sheep, fleece intact, the sole sign of life. She’d stroked it, unable to resist the temptation …

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