Short Story: Stifling Heat

Genre: slice of life

It was stifling. No matter how deeply she breathed, she still felt like she wasn’t taking anything in. The heat pressed on her from all sides, leaving no space for relief.

She couldn’t take it anymore.

With a gasp, she threw the heavy blankets off her. Cold air rushed over her and she gulped the air like she was drowning.

“That’s what a sauna feels like,” her friend said.

“Your sister pays to do this?”

“Yup. My mum too.”

“Adults are crazy.”

“I don’t want to grow up.”

“Me too.”

He jumped to his feet.

“I’ll be a kid forever!”

She bounced on the bed.

“Me too!”

Outside, two amused mums peeped through the gap in the door. Remembering the same promise they made to each other many years back.

How things had changed. Yet some things remained the same.



Posted on January 30, 2018, in Short Stories and tagged , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

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