Season’s End

Rose sat on the back patio and ignored the harsh tones reverberating from inside.

Auburn foliage cascaded onto the verdant landscape. The wind carried the smells of grilled meats with it. Joy and splashes echoed in the air. 

The warmth of summer had not yet passed, but the chill of autumn had not begun. 

Her tiny feet dangled from the stained deck. In her voice there was a melody of her own making marking tempo with each swing of the leg. 

It was the perfect moment. 

One that she would later come to realize marked the end of her childhood.

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4 thoughts on “Season’s End

  1. I love the imagery in this, Melony, especially the second paragraph. What a great description of that time between summer and fall 🙂

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