SUMMER

The barrack is alive with preparation, to attend the Street Performers Festival.  Weather being hot, most opt for revealing.  Meena fixes a hard eye on me, "get real.  Ankle length?"
Breezily I reply, "ever heard of skin cancer risks?"
"Bull roar, you's too old-fashioned, that's why."
Amira lifts my dress hem just a little, "ah ha, just what I thought, too darn lazy to shave your legs."
I blush as everyone roars with laughter.