Heat Wave

Our vacation to Italy was like a tour bus to the surface of the sun. We strolled around Rome and Venice, seeing whose flip-flops would melt first.

Maddy wanted to go shopping. I didn’t, but the alternative of sticking to and peeling myself from plastic furniture sucked worse.

We walked through the park. Heat rippled the concrete before us. I felt sick, lightheaded.

A fountain sparkled like a hallucination before us. I moaned. Water. I licked salty lips.

“Maddy?” Where was she?

I turned, and there she stood, knee-deep in the fountain, droplets falling over her.

“C’mon, it feels great!”


Photo is copyright by Frans de Wit.

Daily Post prompt. (100 words, revised)

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