Prompt 2. Steam

"I did not lie."

Her words resounded in the still humid air. Little plips chorused running from the wrist she held up. A discoloration of purple marred the pale skin more like a bruise than anything else. It still hurt where the bullet had grazed her but why hadn't Amon believed her?

She closed her eyes.

Steam rose up in spiraling waves.

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The wind gusted hard; her corn yellow hair loose and damp blew loosely into her face.

He watched.

She raised a hand up and twined the strands around her fingers, frowning slightly at the chill.

He knew.

She went inside closing the sliding door firmly.

And he was sorry.