Glide
Boiling hot sun beating down on me, harder and harder to walk. Josie pulls me forward pointing to a brown figure in the distance, closer and closer.
“We’re almost there.” Josie says panting.
Fifteen feet away and I can’t move. Josie tries to pull me out but I am sinking.
“Its quick sand!” I panick.
Josie pulls and tugs and manages to pull me out. Walking to figure I notice it’s a plane. I hop in and run the engine, Josie hops in and I glide us out of the sand.
“That concludes our story of Glide. I hope you all enjoyed this tale.”
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