Sweat snaked down her torso, pooling at her waist. She longed to throw off the armour but firing had started. Her watch read 09.00, the thermometer 32 degrees, the road sign - Whitby 4 miles.
Global warming was now super heating. The European landmass roasted with resentment. She was thankful the British army fed her. Leah had been with her on her last trip here. She remembered waking by herself. Seeing the figure clambering down the cliff. By the time she reached the beach Leah had gone. Perhaps the whole world would give up, lay down arms, embrace the cool sea-water.
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