*Vespertide: evening
It was a calm vespertide. Humidity pushing up sweat onto skin. Time moving too slow and fueling impatience.
The pot sat on the stove. Flames steadily burned. A nice vespertide meal was cooking.
A young cook sat waiting for the water to boil. Tick, tick, the clock chanted the seconds. After a long day of work the time till food would be ready was far too long.
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