Leave

“I’m not paying!” Lisa shouted, turning her horse around. “I’ve got enough supplies to make it to the next town.”

“Whatever.” The man brushed her off. “Good luck.”

Lisa raised her middle finger at him and rode off.

Lisa rode for a week without seeing anything but sand. She had run out of food and water days ago, and her horse had died from exhaustion. Her eyes were glazed, and she couldn’t even sweat for she had no fluids left. The sun was baking down the back of her neck, and as she took a final step, she fell forward, dead from exhaustion.