Short Story: I’ll Catch Up
Once again, something prickled against his arm. He brushed it off and continued forward. He had already stopped for too long.
The rest of the group remained out of sight, having trekked on when he waved for them continue.
“I’ll catch up,” he said. That was a long time ago.
With a sigh, he sat on the group and absently scratched his arm. He would take another break and continue after he had more energy.
A nap would be better. He flopped on his side. His arms stretched out comfortably before him.
It wasn’t until he fell asleep that he noticed the red marks on his skin and wondered if something was wrong.