Summer

She had long, flaming, red hair that floated on the breeze. Freckles spattered across her tanned skin like the stars in the night sky. Lush vines wound around her arms.

Summer was so beautiful that the sun looked down on her with the heat of nothing else. Burning skin and bleaching hair.

She was cruel and hot. Walking in dry forests, her hair caressing the trees as she strolled, sprouting fire like blood from a fatal wound.