"Seriously, Alice?"
This is the fourth time I've called her.
It's getting hotter,
and this giant tree is the only marker I have of my
relative
location.
She's probably in her own Wonderland
again,
staying true to her namesake.
My body temperature is slowly increasing and I'm keenly aware of
the sweat
d
ripping
down
my forehead,
and my parched throat,
and my suffocating lungs.
I only want to feel like this when it's that intimate
skin-to-skin contact
and not
blistering
heat.
YOU ARE READING
Gumdrop Slides (cell phone novel)
Short StoryI'm trying my hand at this cpn thing, let's see where it goes edit: I ended it up making it rather short, but I think it turned out okay for a first try.
