He pulled his face back from the warm, sticky cement so that his ear unplastered itself from his scalp.  Once freed, he set his cheek against the sidewalk again, finding it cooler but only for a moment.  The boot weighing down on the base of his spine jiggled slightly as its owner laughed about something far above him.

His ear was stuck to his scalp again.  He couldn’t hear what was being said but he was definite that it contained the words:  hot, bastard, trip, pay, shoes, and decide.  He felt a trickle of sweat running into his eyebrow.  Hot.

(*all 100 Stones stories are exactly 100 words, without title and obviously without sidenotes like this)