A Moment in Time

The Good Samaritan

Through my swollen, blurry eyes I can see a Samaritan walking slowly out of the fiery sun. The orange, gravelly sand is burning and my skin is on fire. Whoosh went the wind as the old trees swayed. The Samaritan’s robe is as brown as mud. 
Salty, sweet, dark red filled my mouth and poured out.

By Mikayla