Writing Prompt : Poison Waters

May your weekend be refreshing, clearing any droughts of mind or soul.

“Stop”
 
Her hand hovered above the churning waters of the brook, shaking with effort.
 
“It’s poison.”
 
The refreshing waters called, and a tear would have traced its way down her face if she had any moisture left. The words, “A quicker death than thirst,” rasped from her cracked lips.
 
She scooped the cool, sparkling waters into her mouth with a smile.

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