Best Summer Never (Part 1)Kevin gasped as his entire darkness-flooded world seemed to come apart at the seams. His body, sweltering in the airless heat, was sandwiched between the filthy worn-out insole of a black pump and the heavy ceiling of his teacher’s wrinkled, swollen foot. As her pink sole peeled slowly away from the base of her shoe, he felt his arms, which had practically molded into the doughy ceiling of her skin, remain adhered to her heavy appendage for another moment before he plopped into the black basin of the footwear once again.
He lay there at two inches tall, unwilling to try something as useless as getting up, and squinted as a crack of light was allowed in once the woman’s sole had arched high enough in the air. It was practically blinding after he’d become accustomed to pitch-black, though it was merely from the humble glow of the energy-efficient bulbs that hovered above the desk in her office.
The dim allowance of vision briefly illuminated the fleshy