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His stomach is growling.


ROARING more like.


Parched is his throat-beyond parched. It’s burning.


All around him; water: sparkling, fizzling water. Tempting, beckoning.


At the pool’s edge stands a tree, its branches hanging close to the pool, dangling pears, bananas, apples, pomegranates, and even chicken wings plus sausages! Tempting, beckoning.


So close, so tempting. Can’t resist the urge anymore…


He bends his head. Thin, empty air. No water. Dry is his swimsuit-clad body, very dry.


He reaches towards the food. His fingertips barely touch them!


“REMEMBER YOUR CRIME, SINNER,” screams a disembodied voice.


He groans painfully, resigned to his sentence.

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