Winter is coming

by Kavita

I melted in my shoes, my head started to burn and my clothes began to feel too tight. It was an October day and I stepped out for an appointment. I wore a skirt, a top, stockings and a shrug. I took off the shrug within seconds after I had stepped out and let my body be ventilated. My eyes squeezed while I tried to look around. Everything looked bright and in flames. My feet slipped in the footwear as I walked, I was trapped in them. I got into the bus and as I looked outside, I decided to wear flip-flops, spaghetti straps and shorts to survive through the warm winters of San Francisco.

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