All across the city it is like this, you feel heat flow from every surface and multiply, push under your skin and cook you off your bones. People crawl into their blasting air conditioners, sixteen of the elderly pass away, vagrants and runaways wade into the filth of the East River, kids break open Siamese plugs on buildings and lie in the gutter in their underwear, letting the water crest over them, over their hands and hot faces, knowing they’d felt cold once, oh, not six months ago; but the heat is like the flu: three days into it and you can’t remember what it was like to be well. -Brian Francis Slattery, Spaceman Blues: A Love Song

Writing Prompt: Write about heat and how your character deals with it.

Journaling Prompt: How do you deal with oppressive heat?

Art Prompt: Summer in the City

Nonfiction / Speechwriting Prompt: Tell a humorous or dramatic story about the summer heat.

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