Marrakesh

And lemonade

Alex Godley
Jul 20 · 2 min read

Aside from a lone cricket chirping, the night was silent.

Annabelle cleared her throat and sunk into her mother’s old rocking chair on the front porch. She hankered for a breeze to break the warm air that was thick with humidity.

“How about some fresh lemonade?” Lillian called from the kitchen as the cricket stopped chirping.