On some summer nights, Chicago is as hot and sweltering as Pontianak. The whole city seems to slide off its continental shelf towards Indonesia.

“Sayang, where you go?”

“Got to get to lake.”

“Wait!”

“Come on, then.”

Feet are in water. Waves rush up our thighs, backs, and shoulders… Ahhh!

Living in Chicago, L.S. Sharrow is a dancer, a good cook, and a writer of sometimes funny, sometimes not so funny fiction.