highwaygod's Literatures

“If there is a hell, this is it.” Xander sits up grabbing a piece of cardboard off of the coffee table and starts fanning himself. He doesn’t have the energy to do it long, but the little wind it provides is exquisite. He sighs content only for a moment, then his arm gives out. He tosses the cardboard back on the table. He should clean the table off, but is a little mess worth all that sweat? He doesn’t think so.