The challenge as follows:
‘Post a photo each day for five consecutive days and attach a story to the photo. It can be fiction or non-fiction, a poem or a short paragraph and each day nominate another blogger for the challenge’.
Thank you so much Irene and Norah for tagging me!
To start off with Day One, I’m cheating slightly by combining the photo/story challenge with Charli’s prompt for this weeks Flash Fiction challenge:
‘In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that includes the phrase, “Man, it’s a hot one”.’
It’s been a while since I kicked up some dust over at the Ranch, and it really is a hot one over there in Idaho. I remember that kind of heat; my heart goes out to her and her neighbours, as well as my friends in California living under the threat of wild fires raging out of control.
Our heatwave here in the UK, although not in the high temperatures of other, hotter parts of the world, but uncomfortable enough when humid, sticky and not an air conditioner in sight, seems to have disappeared into showery bursts of cool.
This is the time of year when I scooped up the kids from our home in California to visit family in England. Starved of the summer days of my childhood, I danced in the rain and breathed deeply into the fresh, cool air.
But I got used to the blistering California summers by staying indoors in air-conditioned homes and cars. I forgot that back in the UK, everyone rushes outside to sunbathe as soon as the sun peaks out from behind the clouds, desperate for the warm comfort of its Vitamin D drenched goodness.
In California, I never sunbathed as it was impossible to stay in that kind of heat for long. But it was the heat of a summer in Las Vegas that knocked me flat when I first visited in 1979. It was the first time that I felt the kind of heat that melts the rubber on your flip-flops and fries your skin to a crisp.
This then is my entry for both challenges. Hope you enjoy!
“It’s already noon, let’s go.” Knocked back by air so hot it felt like a blast from a furnace, Jules slammed the motel door shut.
“Man, it’s a hot one out there.”
“What d’ya expect stupid? Vegas isn’t exactly by the sea is it? We’re in the middle of a freakin’ desert.”
“Well, I wanna have some fun. C’mon, the Casino’s air conditioned, right?”
The afternoon scorched on as Gus and Jules staggered from one Casino to the next.
The lobster was cheap, the Tom Collins free and The Chapel of Love was only a short, hot walk away.
I have no idea who to invite for the story challenge, as I’m out of the loop as to whose done it and who hasn’t. If anyone would like to join in, please feel free to do so.