‘Have you ever done this procedure before?’.
The last scorch stole an extracurricular pursuit. He went in league with the water to vaunt his ability. His paddleboard exploited known terrain and currents like a cartographer attuned to seismic sensing, he was unconcerned by disparate points connecting nothing. The eyes surfaced. They scanned the speculative surface of his face as he fished them out of the water. Thereafter, the water scalded, lukewarm.