Scavengers
Writing Prompt: 1.1 from "Instigation: Creative Prompts on the Dark Side" by Michael Arnzen.
Writing Prompt: 1.1
The sun beats overhead on our wake as we leave our perch. Like a sun dial, we circle, our shadows casting on the bleached sand below. It has been some time since our last meal, the pangs of hunger making us agitated. Our eyes scan the desert terrain, seeking out the dead and the dying to quell our need. The land is scarce, the only life around is sparse, resilient vegetation that we have no interest in. Only dead flesh and blood will do.
