creative writing

Heat pressed down like an invisible hand, thickening the air until every breath felt slow and heavy. The sun hung above like a molten coin, bleaching the sky and turning the pavement into a shimmering mirage. Even the trees seemed exhausted, their leaves drooping as if the light itself weighed them down. Sweat clung to skin in a sticky film, and the distant hum of insects vibrated through the stillness, the only sound brave enough to move in the suffocating heat