Lucy had been wandering through the desert for days. Her once pretty pale blue dress was now tattered and dirty. It was ripped at the hem and the sleeves were almost black with dirt. The buttons on the top had fallen off, leaving some of her chest revealed to anyone who might see her, though she hadnâ??t seen anyone since sheâ??d wandered out of the town.
Lucy was nineteen years old and had been married for three months. Sheâ??d gone down into the town from their small cabin to get some groceries, and when she came back she saw the cabin alight in flames. She dropped her bags and ran in screaming for her husband. She found him lying underneath a beam, nearly dead. She tried to pull him out but he told her to leave him, that it was his fault. Heâ??d tried to light the wood stove for her but heâ??d done it wrong and the pipe had gotten clogged, causing it to explode and light the cabin on fire.
Lucy fled sobbing. She had wanted more than anything to die there with her beloved husband, but heâ??d told her to goâ?¦and Lucy always listened to him. She was homeless, possession-less, dollar-less. She had nothing to her name except the tattered dress she wore and the skills she retained. She had hoped to walk to the next town and try to find someone to give her work until she could have enough money for a train back east, but itâ??d been days and she didnâ??t see any town in sight.
Lucyâ??s hair was once a beautiful dark brown color, full and fluffy. Now it was knotty and dry, covered with dust from the desert. Her honey brown eyes were tired and worn, not bright and vibrant as they had been. She had a good body, wide childbearing hips and a nice pair of breasts, but sheâ??d lost a lot of weight in these last few days. Sheâ??d barely eaten or drank and had hardly slept. She was becoming a shadow of herself.
She finally couldnâ??t take it anymore and collapsed next to a dead tree. She burst out into sobs again, but there were no tears. There wasnâ??t enough water inside her body anymore for her to actually try. She just wailed and wracked her body as she lay there sprawled against the tree trunk.
Lucy was nineteen years old and had been married for three months. Sheâ??d gone down into the town from their small cabin to get some groceries, and when she came back she saw the cabin alight in flames. She dropped her bags and ran in screaming for her husband. She found him lying underneath a beam, nearly dead. She tried to pull him out but he told her to leave him, that it was his fault. Heâ??d tried to light the wood stove for her but heâ??d done it wrong and the pipe had gotten clogged, causing it to explode and light the cabin on fire.
Lucy fled sobbing. She had wanted more than anything to die there with her beloved husband, but heâ??d told her to goâ?¦and Lucy always listened to him. She was homeless, possession-less, dollar-less. She had nothing to her name except the tattered dress she wore and the skills she retained. She had hoped to walk to the next town and try to find someone to give her work until she could have enough money for a train back east, but itâ??d been days and she didnâ??t see any town in sight.
Lucyâ??s hair was once a beautiful dark brown color, full and fluffy. Now it was knotty and dry, covered with dust from the desert. Her honey brown eyes were tired and worn, not bright and vibrant as they had been. She had a good body, wide childbearing hips and a nice pair of breasts, but sheâ??d lost a lot of weight in these last few days. Sheâ??d barely eaten or drank and had hardly slept. She was becoming a shadow of herself.
She finally couldnâ??t take it anymore and collapsed next to a dead tree. She burst out into sobs again, but there were no tears. There wasnâ??t enough water inside her body anymore for her to actually try. She just wailed and wracked her body as she lay there sprawled against the tree trunk.