donut-dragon-doeda

 The man looked akin to a slug as he struggled to slink his way across the sand beneath him. It stung at his burnt and red stomach. He'd had to use his shirt to try and keep that pesky sun off of his head, and this had proven to be as much, if not more, of an inconvenience for his torso. He'd have walked if he could, but as it stood he had twisted his ankle a few nights ago. That felt like years to the poor man though as his sore abdomen again scraped the tough sand, which had been so diligently heated by the sun since its rise that morning. The sun hadn't lost its sick sense of humor since ascending either, it continued to beat down on him