Kiko Ciron Week #4 (22)

The heat in the class was like the breath of Satan himself. Blazing hot. Last night, the news said there were wildfires spreading to the forests.


After what seemed like an eternity and a half, the bell rang and we all dashed out of the school gates. Half of the school population was heading to the same destination. The river!


The river is the only source of water in the area. Pipes lead to every house in town.

When we got there, the water wasn’t blue. 

Or brown. 

Or gray. 

Just nothing.


I have never seen the riverbed so dry.


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