Famine Day 5

The long hungry days have stretched into their fifth diurnal passing of the sun. We grow lethargic, the internal restlessness manifests itself in the eyes only. The exertion of more is prevented by the dearth of energy within the suite.

How have we let it come to this? A completed Hamdel gold card lays just out of reach by an overturned lamp.

If only I could--

reach--

delivery number--

I can't.

I will dedicate the last of my strength to the endeavor of creating a flowchart to divert blame. Tell the world what happened here. Tell the world my story.

With throats unslaked, with black lips baked,
We could nor laugh nor wail;
Through utter drought all dumb we stood!
I bit my arm, I sucked the blood,
And cried, Fairway! Fairway!