20
The moon shone brightly over the area and cast shadows across the littered ground of the junkyard. The wait was a welcome reprieve. Sort of.
“Too hot! Too hot!” Orion yelped as he lunged for the glass of milk in front of him.
We sat at the dining table, Jasmine beside me and the men opposite us. Between us was a small bowl of innocent-looking red peppers. Orion had just consumed two at once and his mouth was in the final stage of grief, acceptance. It had accepted that the pepper was one of the hottest in the world, and he had been stupid enough to eat two of them.
Orion tipped his head and the glass back, and downed all the contents. He slammed the glass back on the table and hunched over the table. His face was flushed and tears poured down his cheeks. He breathed in and
