For one summer, we were best of friends. Autumn undid us, something in the changing colours, the changing winds.
We hardly spoke during tenth grade. Then June arrived. I hoped, childishly, that the sunlight would reunite us.
Life may move in cycles, but you never cross the same river twice.
I remember the soothing sun kissing my exposed skin as the soft tide ran over my toes. The feeling of summer will forever be in my mind, as will the memory of you and your haunting, blue eyes.
Like the season of summer, all good things come to an end.
Rachael Scharp likes to write, especially poetry, and summer is her favorite season.
Rachael is part of a creative writing class from Liberty High School in Colorado Springs, Colorado, that wrote fifty-word stories and submitted them as a group.