Heat, by Madeline O’Connor

(F.F.F. Website Story)

The fire-y pits of hell, that was all I could describe this as.

There was no end or beginning to it all; everything was a mess. A mess, I tell you!

The garden beds looked worse for ware, the orchard was fruitless, the vegetables…done!

Don’t even get me started on the grass and surrounding bushland, dry as a bone, not a drop of water.

This heat…there’s no doubt about it, I’ll lose everything.

You can’t stop a raging inferno when the land becomes like dust.

A fire will rage.

Destroying everything.


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