The Thirty-Minute Spell

Under the relentless sun, he sealed the little angel inside a blue iron coffin. He retreated into his cool sanctuary, losing himself in digital fantasies, trusting the protective spell he had cast to keep the heat at bay. But he forgot that this specific magic expires after exactly thirty minutes. When the time ran out, the coffin became a furnace. Later, facing the authorities and the horrific evidence of blackened limbs, his only request was chillingly mundane: "Please, just let me take a shower first."