Summer's End

The silence is deafening as I sit in my house. The emptiness engulfs me. I'm alone in a ghost-town.

 

Where are the children? I miss the laughter and yelling. Gone are the sounds of the TV blaring and explosions from video game. The rooms are stale. Scents of mini-pizzas, cookies and chips no longer hang in the air.

 

Another summer has come to an end. My greatest treasure is in the trust of an institution of learning. I have nothing but time and loads of laundry. Oh, summer's end...

 

Angela C. Orlando

August, 2013