Bonnet up to cool the hissing engine. I abandoned the car.
Melting bitumen grabbed sandals. I cried at their destruction and tip toed into the bush.
A glance at my phone confirmed; dead zone.
A line of trees promised respite, perhaps water. A stream, shade and a place to rest.
To await a passing Samaritan.
Blessedly, I found a cool oasis. Passive and shallow water. Glorious willows, abundant shade with water so clear I could catch dinner.
A rudimentary fire pit. Recently used. Cooling embers. Blood.
A rustle behind me. I grabbed the long bone. [95 words]