The afternoon sun burned high over Strangerville, turning the sky into a pale, endless blue. In their backyard, two sun loungers sat on the dry dirt, angled toward the light as if they were part of the desert themselves.
They lay there quietly, letting the heat sink into their bones. Somewhere in the distance, a dog barked once and then the town fell back into its usual eerie stillness.
She shifted slightly on her lounger and turned her head. Out of the corner of her eye she watched him — perfectly still, soaking up the sun like a lizard on a rock. A soft smile crept across her face.
Strangerville really is strange, she thought. But days like this almost made it feel normal.
She reached down beside her chair, picked up the bottle of sun lotion, and squeezed some into her palm. The coolness surprised her skin as she rubbed it along her arms and shoulders, the scent rising in the hot air.
For a moment she closed her eyes, listening to the quiet hum of the heatwave, the strange little town around them holding its breath in the afternoon sun. 🌵☀️