Bizerbit

The blazing sun hung high, constant as the sweltering heat wave continued but still the city bustled. No matter how hot it was people still had things to do. Today was no different. Mosley sat under what little protection his stand offered from the overbearing sun. His fruit stand stood at the corner of 3rd and Main, other then what seemed like Hell on Earth, it was business as usual. The look on people's faces as they approached the fruit stand was priceless. The cool, refreshing taste of an orange provided was perfect for a day like this. He sighed and fanned himself; yes he was getting business but there was still the whole day left and