The Old Watcher

This monster makes me sad.  I know I made him up myself, but he feels like a character that I learned about as I drew him.

I would tell you his story, but it's very disturbing. And maybe it would be better if you came up with a story of your own for him.

This was made with watercolors on watercolor paper and a fine-tipped sharpie. 

We are thirsty

They said they would give us water—so we came. We choked on dust, but we followed, our tongues hanging out in anticipation.

They gave us water. It came to us in shiny cups, glinting in the sunlight. We held out our hands, we held open our mouths.

But this water didn't quench our thirst.

This water cracked our dry lips, shriveled our tortured intestines.

Now we are more thirsty than before.

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