Walking slowly looking at the burning Sun over the head, my throat dry, even the saliva was no help. As I moved forward my thoughts traveled backwards to incidences where I had thrown a near full water bottle after coming from school, a half filled glass into the kitchen sink or let the bucket overflow.
Suddenly I heard the familiar sound and hurried up my steps. There it was clear, sweet and sparkling. With tears of gratitude I quenched my thirst. That day I realized the fragility of life.
Bowing, I pledged never to waste even a drop.
This is a Friday Fictioneer story, inspired by the picture above, this week provided by Roger Bultot. FF is hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, who posts a picture online every week, and writer around the world write a 100-word story inspired by it. Click here to read stories by other writers, or here to join in.