Scorching days

The heat rose up from the bitumen in shimmering waves of translucent nothingness. Nothingness she couldn’t touch, but feel in every pore and surface of her body. Even below the surface it seeped, strengthening the feeling of melting. Still she kept walking. She’d tried to cover her whole body in light linen clothes. It wasn’tContinue reading “Scorching days”

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