Chapter 6

He looked down at his daughter and saw death in her face. Though she still breathed, death was only a heartbeat away. Without water he doubted if she would survive the day.

Carefully he touched her face, brushing a strand of dull hair away. Too often these days he contemplated death: not as something to be averted, but as something to be sought. This life was just too painful. And yet he knew that he could not sit idly by and watch his only child die. This world had already taken his beloved wife from him, he will not let it take his child without a fight. He will fight for her life until the last breath in his body was taken from him. No matter what it cost him, he will find water.

Slowly he leaned over and kissed her cool forehead. Then he got up and put on his tattered coat. Even in this parched world there had to be some water he could find. Without looking back he left his home and child; knowing he will not return if he could not bring her the water she so needed to live.