Above them the pale blue unblinking sky arced from horizon to horizon, its monotony unbroken by cloud. Around them, brown earth stretched as far as the eye could see, the absence of any structure, natural or man-made, accentuating the curvature of the earth.
He studied the tap with a cautious eye, wondering what it was doing here, right here, wondering how it came to be. No path, no track, no road led to this place.
He filled the cups with the fresh clean water and passed one to the child. They drank copiously.
Shouldering their burdens, they walked on.
Written for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneers 100 word challenge.