A Dry Heat

It had been… days?

He could remember the cold of the night, and how the delight of cooling quickly turned to fear of freezing. And he knew that he’d gone from the eyeball drying heat to the breath catching cold and back again, so it had to be days.

But how many? He didn’t know. All he knew was that he had to keep moving, every inch and foot taking him to her arms. She was waiting for him, she wouldn’t lose faith, he had to keep moving, towards her.

And further away from where the search teams were looking.