What can YOU say in six sentences?
At three thirty in the morning, it was eighty-five degrees.
Lela was naked, sleepless, seated in the darkness on her porch swing, sipping lemonade and fanning herself, sick of this heatwave that had lasted four days now and no end in sight.
Her body was curvy, voluptuous, the desire of many men, the envy of many women, a fact that delighted her and made her many adversaries at the same time.
The gunshot came from her left at three thirty-two, boring through her skin, skull, brain, knocking the fan out of her hand, leaving the lemonade to sit on the small table next to the swing.
A neighborhood dog barked.
The ice cubes in Lela's lemonade began to melt.
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