The Cooling Point

“Please proceed to your designated cooling point with identification. Do not gather around private buildings. Follow staff instructions.” The voice was flat and even, as if the city had hired politeness to speak for it. Outside the stadium, a line stretched along the sidewalk. Everyone held documents, prescriptions, plastic bags, towels. Their faces had been worn hollow by heat and fear. Volunteers in matching vests stood at the entrance, badge tags flashing in the sun. People cried. People shouted. Parents lifted children high as if being seen sooner might save them. “Looks organized,” Lin murmured. Lena said nothing and pulled him toward the side entrance.