Heatscape: Literary

The sun shone hot in the red sky. Heat waves sizzled and danced above the sidewalks and the metal fire escape ladders were so hot that if you spat out the window, the spit would sizzle on the metal. If you tried to grab the fire escape with your hand, you'd get a raised welt there in only a few seconds. She hadn't tried to fry eggs on the metal, but she'd seen others do it. Didn't work too well; you only ended up with mushy scrambled eggs that, well, you couldn't even eat. No chance of properly frying an egg. She sat in front of the fan and stared out the window at the endless heatscape, wondering when she would ever escape it. The offices were a temporary respite, but they were a different world, one too cold and too pale and--

Inspiration: http://www.flickr.com/photos/70854278@N00/3508139861/
Potential: Low
Notes: Potential's low because this isn't really a story. I like it, though. But there's still no story.