Our Beautiful Bodies Christopher Moore The ground sears the sole of my foot as I step out of the hotel onto the concrete, and I give a hiss of pain, instinctively edging back inside. I’ve underestimated the strength of the heat, the sun already burning the stone even at this early hour. I’ve allowed myself to be deceived by the sight of the breakfast area still being cleared by the waiting staff, forgetting that in this resort, at this time […] Continue Reading
