TITLE: Cold Summer
GENRE: Young Adult
For me, there are no seasons.
There is only present or past.
Nobody but me knows what it feels like when summer turns to winter in an instant. When one minute I’m in my bed and the next I’m staring up at snow covered trees, wondering what year I’m in.
Even now I feel it coming.
I sit on the back steps, gripping the wood with one hand like it’s possible to anchor myself here, in the present. No matter how hard I try, it never works. And the thing is, I don’t know why I do. I’m trying to delay something I want and hate at the same time.
I stare across the field behind the house, where we once played baseball in the summers after dinner. Swatting at bugs and shielding our eyes with our gloves from the sun’s glare.
The grass was kept short then, always ready for us to spend the last hours of the day throwing ball and hoping the day wouldn’t end. Mom would watch us from the back porch, a few feet from where I’m sitting now. Cheering us on and never taking sides.
Now the field is overgrown.
Just a memory of the family who used to live here.
I hear Bryce through the screen door behind me, coming down the stairs fast and hard. The jingle of car keys and his audible sigh—the only evidence he’s seen me. And because of that, I’m surprised to hear him walk across the kitchen.