Heatwave

I wished I ran at the mere sight of her, but at that distance her face was only a blur, her torn black dress billowing in the wind. But when she came close, I gasped. Both of her eyes were stitched shut. Her lips looked chapped and glued together in a bloody mess. No, I couldn't scream nor run. Rooted to the spot, I watched her closing up on me. My heart hammered, and head throbbed in the scorching heat. She stopped right in front of me and "watched" as I coughed and withered to the ground, gasping for air.