Florida Heat

Posted: June 20, 2014 in Fiction, Short Stories
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Dead A/C

Heat, it’s that time in Florida. Temperatures soar into the 90’s. But you stay cool, right, in your air conditioned homes and work spaces. Yea, cool. But then something happens, it’s a bump in the night. A cranky whirring thing that makes the dogs bark. Everyone’s dogs. And it happens in your back yard. Something breaks into your house and it takes your most prized possession. Yea, you all know what I’m talking about. Heat. It steals the coolness you covet and won’t give it back. It’s not the heat’s fault, it’s just doing what it’s supposed to do. It’s the damn A/C machine. It just dies and really gripes your sweaty salt stained shorts. You want to give it a good send off but you can’t, you just shake your head and whisper, “what, you couldn’t give me two more years.”

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