Freckle-faced thirteen year olds, pedaling fast on too-small bikes. We were headed out to the huge derelict water tower. Casually we waited there with an air of expectancy on our breath, on the look-out for Old Man Lester to chase us away, waving his shotgun in the air. Laughter carried on the warm breeze and hit us square in the face. Gnats got stuck in our parched throats before stealing our breath away. Our tan skin, effervescent, covered with a fine gleam of summertime sweat.
Too-hot days wasted eating raspberry ripple ice cream, whilst walking the rusted railroad tracks. Eyes peeled in case we stumbled upon a dead body, like in the movies. Praying for a mystery to solve and silently wondering if we’d ever make it out of this godforsaken town. Too-hot nights spent sprawled beneath the gnarled oak tree, down by the river. Touching fingertips, accidentally, as we traced patterns of lace; fireflies dancing before eyes, drowsy with sleeplessness.
I loved him in many ways, but most of all I loved him like my childhood summers. We both knew it was temporary, that it could never last. We would squander and fall short, as time passed. We both learnt from our parents that it didn’t get much better than those long too-hot summers, longer since passed. And it didn’t really matter, we thought we were okay with that.
I lose myself to a moment of nostalgia, only to find him again. Or something like that.
© L. J. Diaz
Excerpt from the book “Catching Snowflakes”
About the Author
Laura is thirty-something and was born and raised in a ‘blink and you’ll miss it’ village in rural England, UK. She emigrated to the USA a little over two years ago, married the love of her life in her dream Las Vegas wedding, and now resides in Los Angeles, California with her husband, in a little shack by the beach.
Laura believes that animals have the best souls, and dreams of a day where extinction is extinct. She hates suffering of any kind and is a gentle soul. She is the oldest child she knows and still believes in Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny and the Tooth Fairy. She is yet to stroke a unicorn, talk with a mermaid, and hunt for vampires, but these things are on her bucket list. Laura has faith in the power of prayer, is convinced that tiny miracles happen countless times a day and believes in magic. She finds witchcraft intriguing and would like to bottle sunshine to cure gloomy days. She is a compulsive bookworm and will not leave the house without her kindle.
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