50 word Story Contest Week #17 Entry: The Hunger
This is my submission for the 50 word story contest #17, I learnt about it from the original post. Hope you enjoy it and thanks for reading.
Sweaty, salty, residue trailed her every move. But she knew she must keep going, she must eat. Her hunger was growing; her next meal within eyeshot, but progress was slow. She strained under her heavy load, which grew just as quickly as she had. Such is life, as a snail.
Image source: http://www.iflscience.com/space/what-weird-snail-trail-found-pluto/
Good luck for the contest! If this was to be a full length story/novel, how would you summarise it?