Prompt 25: "It was hot."
Terran blinked blearily up at the sky, beads of sweat rolling down his face. He smacked his lips thirstily, but he had already drunk the last of his water. How he hated the desert. When his eyes began to sting from the blinding light of the sun, he lowered his eyes to the horizon.
Endless dunes of sand, stretching as far as the eye could see. Was it too late to go back? Terran turned around. Nothing that way but three days' worth of sand. He wondered how much further he had to go. If he turned back, there was every chance he might die. But if he went forward, there was no telling how many miles were left.
He could die either way.
He resolved himself to keep moving forward.
Then, spotting something not too far from him, he started more quickly toward it.
"Cactus juice!"