A Summer's Afternoon - a short story
The air was humid. Far more humid than it should have been, the sun beating down violently, as we walked across the meadow, realizing that the woods had offered more respite from the heat that we'd noticed. I looked back nervously, locks of Torver's hair rustling in the hot afternoon breeze, as they followed me across the meadow. Nervously I paused at the edge of the path down to the river, partway though the field, waiting for a few seconds for them to catch up the last few feet. Stopped, I panted a little, both out of nerves and from the blistering heat of the summer afternoon. I wiped my brow, shook my shirt, and looked at them, unable to fully look them in the eyes, and nervous how bad the heat had made me smell. But they just smiled at me and brushed their hand down my arm to meet mine, grasping my fingers in theirs, as we stood there. I felt a sudden rush of even more heat to my face, as I cautiously lead them down the hill of the path, my hand leaving theirs as the path...