Heatwave mood
©Dale Rogerson
When the heatwave arrived, any desire for outdoor activity disappeared. Michelle lay in bed, doors and windows closed to keep in the cool of the air condition. Her mood of the day was to do nothing. If possible, to not even get up.
The sky seemed cloudy. It was that hot and humid. The only place to be outside was at the beach, but the sea was miles away.
She stared out the window, half asleep, hoping something would pleasantly alter the laziness that had taken over her.
The silence was broken by a tingling sound. Repeated twice. A message.
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Very interesting read.
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Thank you very much!
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I hope that message is not as ominous as the setting you’ve created.
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No, it should be something positive to the contrary of it all.
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Oh man!
Reading this with the same kind of weather out here!
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Oh I know the feeling!
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“…a tingling sound. Repeated twice. A message.”
I like the way you write this as separate very short sentences. They act like an alarm call, waking us up from the languor of the heat, making us ask “What comes now?” Good technique!
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Thank you very much! Very glad you enjoyed!
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On days like that I to regret that the sea is so far away.
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Me too. All one really needs in such cases is a beach house…
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I’m hoping the message is a break in the weather at last.
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Hopefully it was!
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