Summer

For months, Caroline had pined for Summer. The sun’s rays on her cheeks. Birds singing. Crickets chirping. Trees rustling. Today was the day that the almanac said that summer would finally arrive. The Old Farmers Almanac had been predicting the weather for at least a decade and she would stake every ounce of her emotions on the fact that Summer would be here today.

Caroline planned her day around the fact that it would be bright and warm. She would catch a picnic by the train station with her best friend Ingrid. They would watch as travelers from far away got off the train to visit their little town. They may even get to jump in the pond out on Mr. Duke’s land.

Caroline frantically put on a summer dress and packed a picnic. Her mother was clueless as to what was transpiring. As Caroline swung open the front door, a small snowflake melted to her cheek. The cold was like sharpened daggers. The betrayal felt the same.