The Wastelands
written by: Joseph S. Roberts
The mud squished under my feet as I ran across the badlands. A giant storm had ravaged the area. The sweet smell of rain filled my nostrils. A sharp pain shot through the ball of my foot, and I collapsed on the muddy ground. As the pain intensified, I looked at my foot and saw a sharp stinger had pierced the skin. My life flashed before my eyes. Never again will I taste mother’s homemade apple pie, my mouth watering at the thought of the filling in my mouth. I’ll miss her homemade ice cream as well, oh so good.
My friends call me Joe, I am 44 years old, born and raised in the valley of Dalton Georgia. I have a beautiful wife of sixteen years who loves and supports me. I work a full-time job, second shift. I have two fur babies, a cat named T Kitty, and a dog named Midnight, he is part beagle part tree walker coon hound.
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