“Here.” The soldier held out the bottle, his face sweaty in the midday sun. “Want some?”
Dani backed away, eyeing the soldier’s gun. “You first.”
Dropping the gun, the soldier took a sip. “See?”
Dani grabbed the bottle and gulped. Fresh water trickled down his throat.
He smiled. “Thank you.”
This is my entry to the 50 Word Challenge, hosted by 