Extreme

A Sunday Scribble prompt - written on a Monday and probably posted on a Tuesday as I've only just published - don't want to look too keen do I?

The heat was intense wrapping itself tightly around her, choking the air from her lungs. Around her other figures shifted slightly in the thick mist which helped them not look at each other.

It was an uncomfortable place in every sense of the word. Claustrophobia grabbed at her throat and she wanted out. Her head felt so heavy she could barely move but limbs finally obeyed and at last the rush of cooler air hit her as she opened the door.

But this wasn't the extreme she was after. She turned and smiled at the stranger who happened to be standing watching and, holding her nose, plunged into the icy depths.

Rising to the surface in a maelstrom of exhilaration and shock she laughed and shook the water from her hair.

"You're brave", said the stranger as she gingerly dipped a testing toe in the freezing water. "The steam room's always enough torture for me..."