Rev Rachel Love

Sunburn, A story, A dream by Rev. Rachel Love The sun, once a comforting orb, had morphed into a malevolent force. Its rays, once warm and inviting, now carried the sting of a thousand needles. People huddled indoors, their windows darkened and their doors barricaded. venturing outside was a perilous endeavor, akin to walking through a fiery furnace. Sarah, a young woman with a penchant for outdoor activities, found herself trapped in her small apartment. The once vibrant city outside her window was now a ghost town, its streets deserted and its buildings shrouded in an eerie silence. She longed for the feel of the wind on her face, the warmth of the sun on her skin, but the memory of those sensations now brought a shiver of fear. One day, driven by a desperate need for fresh air, Sarah decided to risk a brief outing. She wrapped herself in layers of thick clothing, her face shielded by a wide-brimmed hat and a scarf. With a deep breath, she stepped outside. The air was thi