The heat of the early afternoon sun hit Josh like a punch in the face as he left the foreman’s air-conditioned cabin.
“Thanks,” he called back before swinging the metal door shut.
He hefted the heavy bag containing two week’s clothing over his shoulder and set off across the large patch of sunburnt lawn to where the portable metal cabins of the work crew were. He glanced down at the key. The tag attached said Number 43. It wasn’t difficult to find his new accommodation as the cabins were arranged numerically in neat rows, separated by narrow pathways of blue metal.
The first thing he did once he got the door open was drop his bag and turn the air-conditioning on; it’s icy blast like a lover’s kiss against his sweaty, suntanned skin. He closed his eyes to savour its soothing breeze, ba
