Into the Oven
30 Jun
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It turned out that Sam lived in the same trailer court as Mia. He had her key, but not the knack of using it. After jiggling, rattling, and cursing, he offered me a shot at it. Mia had one of those doors that opens out instead of in. So you have to put your shoulder against it, lean a little weight into it, before the key will turn the lock. Obviously, Sam was a newbie at trailer dwelling.
The door swung open and the heat hit my face, searing my tonsils when I gasped. I found myself turning back to snatch a breath of the cool ninety degree air outside.
There was an air conditioner in the kitchen window that neither of us could get going.
I saw an electric window fan leaning against the couch under the living room window. “She’s got a fan in here, Sam. The AC probably doesn’t work.”
“How the hell can she live here with those two little boys and no AC?”
I shrugged. It didn’t seem like a big deal. I’d lived lots of places without AC. Now if this were Texas, it would be an issue. “Is there a fan in Mia’s room? If we set it up, we can get the air blowing through one window and out the other to cool things down a bit.”
He looked down the hall and folded his arms across his chest. “I don’t know.”
“Well go look.” I had wrestled the living room window up and was lifting the fan to sit on the sill. He shoved his hands in his pocket and glanced down the hall again, but didn’t budge.
“She might have personal stuff in there.”
I clicked the switch and the fan purred to life. I dropped onto the couch in front of it, letting the warm breeze dry the sweat running down my neck. Things move slower in the heat, especially my brain cells, but the implications were adding up. I took a moment to really look at Sam.
“You’re not Mia’s are you?”
He could have said a lot of things. He could have resented the implication he was owned by a woman. He could have pretended not to know what I meant.
He pulled his t-shirt off and dried his face with it before he answered.
You guessed it: my eyes locked on that beautiful male chest, the sprinkling of blond curls, and the sweat droplets glistening there. I couldn’t help it. I was licking my lips before I realized it.
I’ll be really honest here — with you and with myself — what Sam did say, was not what I wanted to hear.
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Tags: Eva Cassidy, Fever, Fiction, GreyhoundSummer, Heat, interactive fiction
Leave me hanging…
Is he gay? Is he a virgin? Is he a cyborg? Is he an android? Is he from Venus instead of Mars? Tell us! Tell us, please.
I think Arie must be distracted. I’m sure she’ll tell us what happened soon
An Eva Cassidy fan. Oh dear… Do I have some music for you. lol You can’t post code in these comments can you? erg….. What are the odds you have a Myspace page?
@Charles I believe I do have a Myspace page. I don’t think I did more than create an account. I know I embedded video from a Myspace page in an earlier scene, so if you have content there you want to share, I’m sure I can include it here.