The tarmac was melting underfoot. I could feel my shoes sticking to it after each step, a sucking, slurping sound as each sole reluctantly lifted. The scorching heat was causing fires to break out, poisonous smoke and gases shrouding me. I had to walk down the road to the post office as it was imperative that this parcel got posted today. It must reach Harry tomorrow and there was little time before they closed. I was hungry, I’d grabbed a jackfruit from the market stall but found eating it hard; the gas-mask covering my face made it difficult to bite.
J is for Jackfruit
“I walked down the road towards the post office, carrying a parcel and eating a jackfruit, a gas-mask covering my face because of the scorching heat which was causing things to catch fire and the smoke and gases were poisonous”
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