Her skin was the steaming-hot of a rock in the sun-baked Arizona desert. The snowflakes sizzled and hissed where they struck it, but nobody noticed. Everybody darted back and forth in the streets, trying to get from where they had left their warm cars or offices to where their preheated homes awaited. She had dressed to blend in, but it was possible, on a day as cold as that one was, that nobody would have glanced at her even if she hadn't. Stinging winds and temperatures of 30 below with icy streets... read more
