This is the beginnings of my new work, and it's looking good.
Everyone
said it was going to be a hot summer and it seemed just saying the words made
it real. People wilted as the grass grew crisp and the cicadas thrummed in
ecstasy. The river shrank from the banks as if the scorched earth would suck it
dry and the hawks wheeled in the thermal in effortless wonder. The air had the
promise of long dusty days when the clock stopped ticking and the sun dictated
the hour. Everybody said, ‘before it got too hot’, ‘it is too hot now’ and ‘after
it cools down’. For me, it was a summer made of memories.
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