That night, the summer sun still lingered.
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The cicadas nightly vigil started with their ululating drone, paying tribute to the passing of another day as the horizon burnt orange.
In the grass two lovers lay, their bodies entwined; faces luminescent in the afterglow. No words were spoken for between them existed an eternal silent understanding.
A beam of light swept the grass. The cicadas stopped abruptly; jarring silence.
The couple remained still, hiding in the grass from a world which did not want them.
The detective nudged the arm of the man with his boot, dislodging a cloud of flies who resumed the chorus.