Queer Pen — Ebook

"Lonny Pierson glanced up at the sky as he stood in the outdoor shower. It looked like rain. He hoped it would rain for the temperature had hovered around ninety degrees the entire day. He didn't believe that he could stand one more night in that hot shack with the smell of six sweating bodies. He hoped for an early autumn. One had been predicted, but then one never knew for sure about weather predictions."