It has been a long time since I added my entry to Trifecta. I figured I needed to do something creative.
We are to use the third definition of the word grace:
a: a charming or attractive trait or characteristic;
b: a pleasing appearance or affect; CHARM <all the graces of youth>;
c: ease and suppleness of movement or bearing
It felt like unseen fingers
Running down her back,
Behind her ear,
Between her breasts.
Breathing felt almost like drowning.
The air was thick and stale.
Nature must have experienced a power cut,
The wind would not blow.
She wiped the sweat gathering on her upper lip,
Fantasizing about a popsicle, a cold beer, a frigid shower.
A breeze caught her,
Briefly cooling the rivulets of salt water
Traveling over the nape of her neck.
The tiny, moist curls on the back of her scalp stirred,
Sending chills up her spine.
Two seconds of respite,
Then a return to the sauna.
She contemplated the air conditioning,
Then decided against it.
Three hundred dollars for cold air.
Three hundred dollars for a month’s worth of groceries.
The choice was easy.
She would soldier on until everyone else was home.
She would sacrifice for them,
But not for herself.
Her comfort and ease would always come
A distant second to theirs.
Her children slept, cooled by air conditioning and ceiling fans.
Her husband enjoyed air blowing at 73 degrees.
She longed for winter.
She remembered the temperature dropping
To 63 degrees one morning in February.
She had put on another sweater and made a cup of tea.
Sixty-three degrees sounded heavenly now.
Ninety-eight degrees was tolerable.
But not when humidity was at 78 percent.
Hell does not dare get this hot.
Surely the Devil has central air.
Only three more weeks of summer left.
The heat left her drained.
Her resolve to move was shattered.
Her grace wilted like a plucked flower.
The freezer was full of ice.
No one would miss five cubes.
She made a glass of ice tea
And drained it in two gulps.
A glimpse of paradise.
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