July/August 2018

  I was at the pond one day, feeding the fish, under the hot sun. When clouds have a conversation with the sun. A cool wave of air touches my fingers and toes. The fish swim down to the bottom of the river. I was at the dinner table one night, eating the fat fish I caught, under the stars, the only things lighting the sky. When the lights shut off and flickered. My family rushed to their bedrooms, scared and worried. Even me, the bravest of the group, put down my fish liver. I was in my bedroom one morning, staring at my light switch. “What am I going to do in this hatred?” I thought. So I went to my window and spread out my curtains. My next trip was to flip up the light switch. I was at my desk one afternoon, thinking about my math, when it started sprinkling. “Anything but rain,” I moaned. Suddenly, it started to storm with thunder and lightning partnering together. Maybe the Sun and Moon now switch. Carly Vermillion, 10Indianapolis, IN