Fresh Summer Breeze
ISBN #:1-4116-0370-2Fresh Summer Breeze is an invigorating collection of short stories that touch the readers heart. With focus on relationships, their trials and tribulations; you can follow along, sometimes laughing, sometimes crying, but all the while escaping reality. Perhaps finding a bit of your own experience.
What people are saying about Fresh Summer Breeze
Painted with words - The enigmatic portrait that is painted with these beautifully descriptive words will haunt your dreams, leaving an imprint as delicate as the scene described, "The snow was falling in small, circular waves, colouring the wind white." ~ Angela Hooper
The short stories contained are;
Laurie
"Laurie"; is the story of a girl who doesn't know if she wants to grow up and become an adult or stay behind and remain a child.
Holiday Melancholy
Imagine wandering alone, homeless around the holidays. Where would you go? What would you do? What thoughts would be running through your mind? This is a story of a homeless teenager, experiencing just that.
Ice
When a person travels, and leaves the only place they've ever known, they take their memories with them. This story is about taking the memories and learning to incorporate them into a new life.
When the World cried
September 11, 2001. Although this story was written in first person, the experience is that of my friend. She had to deal with finding a place to stay for her godson.
Rememberances
When alzheimers grabs one of your family members, would you sit back and watch as they shrink away from you? Or would you fight every day, with everything you have got?
Emma's Heart
A girl makes a decision one night and is forced to live with the consequences.
Leaving
When she says she's leaving, does she mean forever, or will she learn that relationships can sometimes last time and distance?
Summer Wind Serenade
A story about a Native American girl named Summer, her relationship with poetry and how it encompasses a boy.
Emma's Heart
Here is one of the stories from Fresh Summer Breeze.
The snow was falling in small, circular waves, coloring the wind white. Emma knew that it would continue to trap her in all night, continue to tease her with serenity that she longed for as it blanketed the darkness in white, crystalline tidbits of frost. It was so cold outside, cold enough to freeze her thoughts so she could trap them like stunned fish in a frozen lake and lay them out before her, flapping scaling diction. She looked up at the lightbulb as it flickered impatiently casting stagnant shadows on paper as cold and white as the night outside.
That morning she had stared up at her ceiling, at the thick layer of dust that draped the tired arms of the fan as it stared down at her, lonely and useless in her cold room. Emma's neck hurt from the night before, from the straining upward to kiss impatient lips. She had lain in bed like that for hours, smelling her sweat, smelling his smell as it mingled with the tears that fell down her cheeks onto cloudy pillows. She had promised him it wouldn't mean anything, as the windows grew warm and clouded with fog on that rainy night. She had promised him it wouldn't complicate things, as she ran her finger along his earlobes and twisted his hair in her fingers hoping never to let go.
She had lied.
Now she sat alone, as flake fainted upon flake, avoiding the inevitable freezing over of wet tears and saturated words. She knew that he vacancy, the desire she had for his strong arms to caress her shoulders, her hair, the curve of her thigh, the achings of her soul, would not make him any closer than the snow that fell outside, hidden from her by the transparency of the window, the heat of woolen blankets, the flicker of lit bulbs.
Emma melted into oblivion as the world around her froze with the impending night, as the snow piled up outside of her door, as the dust on her ceiling fan silently and patiently gathered Emma's dying hopes and words as they flew with waxen wings, closer and closer to the unforgiving sun.
