Hot Day

Fingers dip to pluck from the sweat-beaded glass a frozen shard that promises relief from the merciless, distracting heat. (122 characters)

The crystalline sliver succumbs to fever coarsing just below the surface birthing a solitary, glistening droplet that meanders downward. (136 characters)

Trickles slide lazily over graceful curves, swells and valley to the lilting, whispered song of, “Yes.” (103 characters)

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