C11 Chapter 11

It was the beginning of February. The harsh breeze had given way for a scorching sun. 'Climate change.' They had called it on the tv. The news lady that made the broadcast, had her eyelid looking like an old paint brush saddened with heavy mascara, and her mouth bent one sided as she tried to make an accent.

“According to the ministry of health, staying hydrated is very essential," she had said