Summer Of Jack -- Chapter One
Sunshine boy. His smile lit up my mind, reminding me of all the good times we had spent together. Weren’t all of my good times with him? Out in the sun, on the dock, the dark, shady forest between our cottages, this summer had gone by in a breeze. I could still feel it; the cool, moist ground beneath my bare feet, early morning fog, and the warm lake water. I envisioned pine trees swinging in the breeze, the roar of a wave from the thousands of poplar trees, and the growl of diesel boats. It didn’t seem at all over. Outside, the sun shone bright and the kids played on the road, all oblivious to the one cold fact; he was gone.
