Balcony
The heat on the balcony was stifling. Rivers of sweat raced down my chest and pooled around my swimming trunks, making damp marks on the material. I put down my book and, reaching down for my drink, I looked around. My wife, Julia was sitting in the canvas chair next to me, reading her book. She was looking as lovely as always, with her brown hair dampened with perspiration sticking to her face and her tanned body glistening with the suntan oil that we had enjoyed applying earlier. She was...