"Hot! Why is it so damn hot?! I feel like my left
shoulder starting to sizzle like a bacon on the grill. I was standing under the telephone pole shade.
I was third one under that shade. Two women were right behind that pole so
their bodies were completely under the shade. I was right there but the shadow
was thinner towards the end so it covered only right side of my body. There was
nowhere else to hide under from the sun."
Hot is a vignette that describes one of my memories from last visit to my hometown. My hometown is a city in Kazakhstan, however I wanted to leave out that information to let people from any part of the world to be able to relate. It was strange to write the story where the actions are very still, yet life is my hometown gets very still during the summer. There is heat and there is wait that much is expected. Yet, surprise is that something as simple as grass found its way to survive in the middle of nowhere.
