Ian Langmann

The Locket

Sam willed his feet to move. The oppressive heat seemed to sap any and all energy he had and yet he plodded on. This, it seemed, had become his new “normal”. Sam raised his head slightly wincing as the sun’s direct glare that assaulted his eyes. The horizon was obliterated by the rippling heat waves emanating from the roadway ahead. A quick glance behind him revealed the same dancing golden waves and also confirmed he was still alone.