Bart and Zaria both lie limp on the blanket under the oak tree at the park. Their books creased open onto their chests recording their ragged breaths in the blistering summer heat. The air is thick as sauna steam and Zaria’s head is pounding with dizziness. She can feel the sweat rolling from her skin and collecting onto the back of her green tank top.
“How hot is it Bart?” she asks almost too slowly so the words sound cryptic.
“Dunno sweetie, ‘bout a hundred I think.”
“Oh. It feels like we are burning in hell.”
“For your sins or mine?”
Aleathia Drehmer 2010
Published by Not From Here Are You? Special Jury Award