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Submitted to Contest #275
The late afternoon sun was hot and lusty, and he sat and screamed and hollered from his chaise longue atop the curdling sky. His arms were spread and he let himself molest the golden tree tops and shimmering waters; his sweltering pulse beating in all he touched. The Wife sat resigned beside her old house, its white paint walls muted even in the rays of summer; yonder lay the vast fields, aching and simmering as eggs do in hot pans, their dirt and mud and muck rumbling and chafing. Pushing back a lock of hair behind her ear, she looked acros...
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