Summer Of ‘46

• Imogen Hope , Grade 8
• Short Story
• 2018

For a brief moment in time I’m free.The wind rushes past me as my legs swing back and forth in constant motion.I look at him his dream boat blue eyes sparkle,his eyes crease when he smiles.He is beautiful.Like a newborn baby,he is unaware of the destruction that’s surrounds him.His olive skin radiates in the sun.Behind him I see the after math of a war,a war on the people,a war on us.But when I’m on that particular swing set I’m released of the chains which way me down Im as free a as a bird in flight.Weightless.Sitting there in the summer of ‘46.Young and in love in that summer of 1946.