Holy Hot Humidity! I don’t often get to see writers who have such a lovely command of the English language. This one is very short, but with the way Mooney tells it, you can actually feel every drop of ice, water, sweat that falls from either Blane or Aimee, because she has such a way with words.

This whole story only takes moments to read, & tells a tale that probably only takes half an hour to an hour to actually take place, but she packs a whollop into those few minutes. You might want to read it more than once to get all the nuances of language.