Charcoal and Porcelain

"It was a hot red and orange summer's day where the green trees melted with the earth and the buildings slumped together in the heat. The kind of day where the children coming home from school would go swimming in the creek, spend their pocket money on ice cream, or a freezy pop. The kind of day when the working men toiled extra slow hoping to still get overtime for the hot day, but they were lucky enough if they got paid at all. The kind of day where the housewives and single women with nothing to do sat inside fanning themselves instead of sitting out where everyone would see them perspire, and that's where Lina was, sitting by the window at her writing desk, trying to figure out what came next in her story."