The challenge word is Dirt and my muse took me to the desert.
Consciousness returned slowly and with it came pain. He moaned feebly as he stirred and tried to open his gritty eyes. The light hurt and he started from it, stirring the dirt beneath him to tiny plumes.
The silky dust coated his skin, sticking to the sweat coaxed forth by the desert heat, dressed only in tattered jeans as he was.
How long he had lain there?
He eased himself onto his side. Deep claw marks raked down his chest. Bloody gouges torn from clavicle to hip.
Movement caught his eye and through the wavering heat, he watched it pace.
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