With a sense of aggrievement and a mouth burning blue, they made their dash to whatever sauce of cooling they could find. This was not what one would refer to as an ideal situation and it was one entirely of their own creation, though there was outside forces of course. It could not be completely their responsibility, and yet most, if not all of the blame lay at their feet. However, this was not the time for pointing fingers. Their mouth was far, far too hot and they needed to find a way to cool it down.

Unfortunately it seemed as though all options had conveniently disappeared and so the only choice they had was to keep on running and looking around rapidly, hoping that something, anything would reveal itself as being useful to stopping the current pain that was being experienced.

The heat was both far more intense than anything they had experienced before and completely unexpected. Sure, they knew that there would be some heat from what they were doing, but they certainly weren’t expecting anything like this. This was far too much. This was far beyond the beyond. It was almost intolerable. As they ran, trying to find whatever they could that could help relieve them of what they were experiencing tears ran from their eyes and down their cheeks, almost as though a futile attempt to funnel whatever it was that was in them out.

They kept on running, weaving around people and doing their best to keep on looking, but things starting falling out of focus and shapes blurred into each other. Small yelps of pain started escaping for they were unable to be held back any longer. Those yelps eventually became screams, though thankfully they were spaced apart. However, enough were around to try and see the spectacle, but all they could see was someone running and screaming.

They kept on running through the streets still nothing they saw could provide any relief. There was nothing standing out and no stores that appeared as though they would be able to provide in this time of need. It all seemed hopeless but they felt they had no choice but to keep on running until eventually they reached a point where they felt they could run no longer.

They stopped and bent forward, looking down. They could feel sweat pouring off of their face as it became hotter and hotter. They felt as though they were going to be heavily sick and began to pant. The heat in their mouth would not go; it would not abate. There was no relief from this experience and it was entirely theirs at that particular moment.

Then, when all hope was lost the heat began to recede. At first it was not obvious, but it became apparent over time. Eventually there was sweet relief and it was almost as though it had never been there.

Straightening themselves out, they wiped their face, then walked away as though nothing happened.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 09:14:30

Sort of a slow writing and perhaps not that great, but it’s a bit more fiction that I get to throw into the world.

Not sure if that is a good thing.

Written at home.