Summer vacation? Fun at the pool? Desert heat? Sandy beach? Radiating sun? Paranormal seasons?
You have up to 250 words to get your character in a summer state of mind - develop a flashback, write a poem, try something new, whatever you want. Post those words below and then comment on at least one other person's writing. (You don't need to necessarily critique it, this isn't polished writing people!)
Ready. Set. Go!
(And here's mine ...)
I traced a finger lightly along his jaw, then brushed my lips against his. He stood there, still as a statue, like he didn't quite know how to react.
"Malia," The word was a question.
"Sh," I said against his mouth. My hand cupped the back of his neck in an attempt to pull him closer.
"We can't do this." He skittered back, blue eyes now a shade of slate. "You can't do this."
Tears stung the back of my eyes, bitter and dejected. I knew I shouldn't be here. I should be preparing for the summer solstice and the ceremony tomorrow. I should be getting a last fitting of my stola. I should be meditating to the immortals.
But I didn't care.
I wanted to feel.
I'd never felt so alone.
Who was I kidding. I'd always felt this alone.