His mouth was parched, as he crawled along the dusty dunes of Egypt. He remembered the time when he was boiling with energy, like a kettle constantly about to blow. Initially this trip seemed like a blast, oh he knew nothing then.
His family had warned him. The only thing keeping him alive now was his mother’s bracelet, a fine piece of jewelry, embroidered with diamonds. He was slowly giving up. His muscles, no longer flooded with energy, lay loose, too tired to move. The heat was unbearable, so he moved to plan b. But would it work?