50 Word Stories: Hot

I’m melting like the Wicked Witch of the West, but without the bucket of water; I’m unsure if that’s good or bad? I’m steaming from the inside out, the vapour making me blink. Is it hot, you ask? Hotter than hell, I reply. And I’ve only looked at you once.

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