Saturday, July 7, 2007

100 words - July 7

I looked out the window at the clear blue sky and sighed. It was such a miserably hot day. Heat waves rolled up off the road and made the view ahead of me shimmer. Stretching my arm out the window brought some of the passing air into the hot car, but it brought no real relief against the heat. “Even the wind is hot…” I murmured and cranked the volume on the radio to deafening levels when Magic Carpet Ride by Steppenwolf started to play. The wind was hot, too, like the desert wind blowing across a dried out world.

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