Jessie threw open the window. ” Ugh! It’s so hot. You’d think we’re living in the tropics rather than Paris.”
“It’s like being in an oven in here, even with the windows open.”
“Let’s get an air conditioner. Maggie must have one. She never opens her windows.”
“Why don’t we just visit her. Cheaper.” They went to their neighbour and knocked on the door to no avail.
“She can’t have gone out. She’s so fat no-one’s strong enough to push her wheel chair.” Using a master key they entered. No aircon. No Maggie.
Jessie foot slipped. “Oh no! Lard melts.”
Rochelle hosts Friday Fictioneers each week. All are welcome to join in and write a 100 word flash, then add their link via the blue frog found on her site. Otherwise use the blue frog to see other people’s responses to the photo prompt which this week is also courtesy of Rochelle.