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Submitted to Contest #53
I Salim woke up to the sun in his face and promptly went to work. He wasn’t late, it was only about seven but it was summer in the Sindh province. Salim was grumpy and already very hot. Yesterday he didn’t sleep well even on his woven charpai which let the air flow beneath the body, as one lay down. The air had carried the fire of the heatwave across the dusty land into the night. Nothing Salim touched was cool – the water he splattered on his face, the towel he used to wipe his body and the road he took to the fields were all heating up. It...
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