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Summer Love

By Isa Adam

Copyright@2018 by Isa Adam

Smashwords Edition

This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental.

It is intended only for adults over the age of 18 and all characters are represented as 18 or over.







I arrive at camp with my backpack clutched tightly to my chest. It's been a while since I've met knew people or at least left my house and I have to admit the people I see and the air around them scares me. As I leave my sister's car, I can't help but think that my fears are well placed. These woods give me an uneasy feeling. The huge foreboding trees, the cold still water all make me want to clutch my sister's hand like the child I have become and run away. However, I know this place is what I need and even though I now doubt its effectiveness to save me from the deep well of sadness I have fallen into, I am not willing to lay down and give up. I have to see it through. At least for my dear sister's sake who has worked so hard to see me get back to my normal self. My only consolation is that it is summer. My favorite time of the year. Long days. Short nights. The air full of excitement.

"Are you going to be okay?" my sister Anna asks. I look at her and can't remember ever seeing her so concerned. At least not since my wedding three months ago. Anna is not much of a hugger so she simply squeezes my hand to show her support for me. This simple display of affection almost pushes me to the edge. I suck back the tears threatening to fall down my face. I nod my head unable to give her a verbal answer. I wonder again how I got to this point. A point where I could no longer care for mu sister like I used to and she has to take charge of everything. I know it’s a lot for her to take on seeing what a mess I am and I yearn for a way to thank her. I have to try to get myself together at least for her sake.


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