“Thermopolis, why did you let it get so hot?”
I didn’t turn around to see who asked me the question, instead, I shrugged and darted into the coolness of the UPS store. It was hot, no, it was suffocating. Hot weather is part and parcel of living in the South, but man, this heat was down right devilish.
“As if eternal damnation wasn’t enough, we’ve got a preview of what may await us after death. It’s hot enough to wither the souls of the most robust of sinners.”
I wiped the sweat from my brow and joined the line leading to the counter. Everyone was sweating. I didn’t know if the sun had had enough of humanity and swapped it’s setting from a mild inferno to ‘scorched and deep fried,’ but it sure felt it.