Prompt: Thirsty

Intensity

And what thirst! It was as if he’d been wandering in the desert for ten days. Water poured from the spigot and down his throat, and still he gulped. Gurgling noises emitted from his throat, and I half worried that he would choke.

Tears flowed down his cheeks, pouring copiously from his blinded eyes. Once in a while he would look up from the spigot and wail wordlessly at the sky, as if to curse the gods themselves. Then he would break into manic laughter, before again thrusting his face into the stream of water.

This chili is something else.