Sweltering
By Emi Gonzalez Perez The can of cola is ice cold in my hands, contrasting the hot summer air that envelops me with a sheen of sweat. I’d found myself at a shabby gas station not far from my best friend Ollie’s house. The lingering promise to stay up with me, forgotten in favor of slipping into his dreamscapes. I’m not upset, at least I don’t think I am, but…