Bob could feel the heat scorching his skin through his clothes. As the sun made its way across the sky, he sought shady spots in its wake.
His shadow seemed to hold its breath in the cool darkness of itself. Yet, his own breath mingled with the midday heat as he melted into it.
Closing his eyes, Bob could imagine icy winds as he drifted away on the last heatwave.
Story by McGuffy Ann Morris
Five lines or less
inspired by the word prompt
Writing inspired by the song title