Heat Wave: Stone Mountain by J.D. Walker
“Oh, my f*****g God!” I swore to myself as I walked to work on the overheated sidewalk. It felt like fire under my shoes.
I would willingly jump into a fetid swamp right now—with alligators—if it would cool me down. Damn, it was beyond scorching today, and it was only seven-thirty in the morning.
As I trudged along the road from the train station to my office building, I saw other miserable people stoically trying to bear up in the unrelenting heat. I wore a tank top and shorts and carried my work clothes in a backpack. I knew better than to try keeping myself nice, neat, and dry in this type of weather. I would fail horribly.
I sauntered by one poor woman whose hair was flat from the humidity, and her white silk blouse was soaked to the skin. F
