Lake Lewisia #244

“I thought you might be a mirage,” she said to the dark figure when she pulled up to them on the side of the road. The drive out to the lake had been long and hot, even with the windows rolled down, yet the figure appeared to have been stationed beside an ancient emergency call box all day. They nodded, saying, “Always a possibility, as the world is at least as unreal as ever during the summer,” tilting the headset away from their mouth as though someone was still talking on the other end of the line.

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LL#244