Lost World of the Wends (51)

Amie tried not to think of what the mob might be doing to Joseph right now. But the more she tried, the more frequent images of his torture—hanging from a tree—in stocks—thrown in a river—kept crowding her mind.

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Daily Prompt: Stifle

So how do we manage this stifling heat? These days it’s about cranking up the refrigerated air conditioners, getting on with our busy lives of work or leisure in air-conditioned comfort while being concerned for our poor relations who have no relief from the heat.

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Lost World of the Wends (50)

Dan groaned, ‘I think I’m going to barf.’ He cupped his hand over his chin.
‘Sorry, mate, try not to. Look, I have to get out and find help,’ Arthur said. He wished Dan was well enough to accompany him. But for some reason, the so-called space travel had drained Dan’s physical resources more than his own. He studied the rest of the travellers. They’d been stuck in this bus longer than he had and so were weaker from dehydration and lack of food. It was up to him. Arthur kicked the window again. His foot slipped on the glass.

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Neighbours to Entertain

Shouting echoed across the road.
Frieda placed her loads down, and then ducked behind the acacia bush. She watched through the lattice of leaves and listened. Mike, the father of the young family next door to Ned, raged at a pot-bellied man.
Frieda frowned. ‘Poor Mike, still in his pyjamas. Hmm, he doesn’t look happy. Wonder what Pot-belly did to wake him up?’

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