I have been saving this story in my Medium Reading List. Saving it for a rainy day.

Well, the summer is hot and dry. I got fed up waiting and merely imagined it raining instead.

What an atmospheric gem. Troubled and troubling in a a precisely crafted way.

Though maybe I should have waited 6.3 hours more.

You see, I ought to save stories I know are likely to give me the wibbles until morning, when the August sun can scorch away the unease. After all, I know from previous reading what power Ingrid L. Williams ‘ work has.