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.
