Fiction | Fantasy

Hot and Humid

A strange place to find oneself… and a strange medium to be in. Is it solid? Is it liquid? Is it gaseous?

Stephen Kramer Avitabile
6 min readFeb 10, 2023


Photo by Hanna Morris on Unsplash

The heat is all encompassing, the humidity is so thick that a being must possess a strong backstroke in order to navigate it, but the smell is heavenly. Hillary takes a deep breath; the humidity fills her lungs with a drinkable liquid. It’s steamy, earthy, almost a hint of something fruity. It’s lovely.

But then everything shakes violently. Hillary is flung through the air, suspended in the thick, wet air.

“It’s happening again!” Abdel yells from nearby.

Hillary looks to her right. She sees Abdel, also suspended in the thick, wet air… next to him is Thuy. They both hang dumbly in the air.

“I thought we had more time!” Hillary yells back.

She swims her way through the air towards the two.

“We were supposed to,” Abdel scans his surroundings. “But once it’s underway, there’s no fighting it.”

“No!” Thuy is defiant. “We were told three a day, spaced apart by at least one hour!”

“Yeah, that’s right, isn’t this the fourth one?” Hillary asks.



Stephen Kramer Avitabile

New-England-Born, LA-Based, Universally-Locally-Residentially-Unknown Writer. I have my Yellow Belt in Wordsmithery.