City Slicker in Desert: Fantasy

Sand shifted beneath his bare feet as he tried to sidle down a sand dune. Dunes, he thought, were not made for sidling. At least he'd lost his boots two days ago, so he didn't have to worry about a spill of sand to pull out of them at the bottom. He'd wept when his boots had gone, but his feet had toughened up quickly enough that now he was thanking the sand snake that had decided his boots would make excellent food for its hatchlings. Hell, if he'd been sleeping on the ground, he might have been the one making excellent food.


Inspiration: None.
Story Potential: Medium
Finished Length: Short story?
Notes: The cat kept hopping up on the desk and trying to drink my lemonade, so cat removal time shortened this somewhat. Fantasy-type setting. Somebody is in the desert who is really not used to it. Could be fun. Meh.