The sunbeams were burning the top of the
highest trees; although they could not reach the ground due to the dense
undergrowth, the air was so hot and there were such a level of humidity than
Tom could scarcely breath.
He was crouched, hidden between the weeds,
staring without blinking towards the scrub around him. Tom's body was motionless,
while miles of flies were buzzing over his forehead's sweat, which he felt
scorching in the cuts on his cheek.
Suddenly his heart started pounding stronger than
before, and he cringed holding the
breath, as he heard the spooky rustle of branches…
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