At Summer's End

Here is Ch. 1 of my realistic fiction piece. Please refer to the preceding post for my inspiration and outline. Enjoy!

Chapter 1

            It’s a cool, summer morning. We don’t get much of these here in Terry. It’s usually so hot that even the mosquitoes slow down, resting their petite wings on the trunk of my 100 year old oak tree. I stare off into the distance, letting the wind catch my hair and gently life it off of my face. My head is resting on the worn ropes of my tree swing as I teeter forward, back, forward back. I am overlooking the lake in our backyard. The pale blue morning sky is reflected in its glassy surface. I am at peace here among the trees, the birds, the stillness.

            My daddy hung this swing up for me when I was just a little girl. I remember the day it happened- it was the best day of my life. We had just come home from church when Daddy called up the stairs to me, “Hey, Ger, come on down. I wanna show you something!” (Daddy started calling me Ger, short for Geraldine when I was four. It’s become my permanent nickname). As I ran down the stairs I saw him gripping an old piece of wood and some rope. Daddy’s always up to something! I thought. We walked to the old oak and stopped. Daddy climbed a ladder to reach one of protruding branches, where he tied the ropes using one of the knots he learned when he used to sail. Then he strung the ropes through two holes at either end of the cedar plank. I jumped for joy, gave Daddy a huge huge, and hopped onto the swing. I haven’t left since.

            I don’t know how I could ever say goodbye to such a glorious place. As my thoughts begin to wander, I am abruptly brought back to reality.

            “Don’t you get any ideas about being lazy today, Ger!” taunted the boy with sandy, blonde hair, a faded red t-shirt and cutoff denim jeans. “Remember we’re going to Ol’ Stevie Klein’s place to sort through all that junk in his garage. Gotta be something valuable in there.”

            Scotty has been my best friend since, well, forever. Mama has a picture of the two of us in diapers hanging on the fridge; mouths covered in tomato sauce, chubby fingers gripping short strands of spaghetti. Even though it’s 10 years later, we’re still pretty much the same. Scotty and I (and Maxie, his yellow lab) do everything together. When school’s in we walk to Dogwood Elementary every morning, swap lunches in the afternoon, and talk about grumpy Ms. Daniels and how if she would just find a husband she wouldn’t be so miserable and, in turn, wouldn’t make our lives so miserable by assigning so much homework. Now that summer’s here, Scotty, Maxie and I stumble upon adventures as they come. Today, Scotty wants to go to Stevie Klein’s house and “help him” clean out his garage (and by “help” I mean try to find hidden treasures).

            Stevie and his wife, Bertha, are moving. They’ve lived in Terry for just about as long as anybody. They got married here, raised their kids here, and even donated a bench in park that has their names on it: This Bench Donated By S & B Klein, 1995. How could anyone that built a life in Terry just up and move? It’s a question I’ve been asking myself for days. A question I’ve been keeping to myself for what seems like an eternity.

            “Helloooo? Earth to Ger! Let’s get a move on! I don’t want to miss any of the good stuff. I heard Bobby Denver and Tim Riley might show up and we don’t need them taking what could be ours!” rambled Scotty.

            “OK, OK, I’m ready!” I exclaimed. “You know, Scott, sometimes I think Maxie here has more patience than you.”

            “Of course he does! He’s a DOG, Ger. His entire life is spent waiting to see what we do, so let’s entertain him by getting going!”

            I breathed a deep sigh as I slid off of the swing and my feet sunk into the warm, soggy grass below. How many more times would I experience this feeling?

            As Scotty and I strolled down the cracked sidewalks, Maxie panting behind, I struggled with myself. Should I tell him? How do I do it? When is the right time? How will he react? Can this all just be one, big nightmare?

            Sadly, it was reality.

[Stay tuned for revisions & Chapter 2!]