The Girl and Her Box
The heated temperature caused the wavy air distorting view above the pavement. The cicadas chirped, like a horrible synthetic sound pad. The sun crept across the vast blue, tipping west of the peak of its arc. Pollen scent tainted the air. There was a breeze, intermittent and welcome.The fingers of her left hand grew sore around the handle of the ginger colored case she carried. High cut jean shorts hugged her slender hips. A white tank top hung from her tanned shoulders. The high heal shoes...
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