Autumn Outside The Post Office Novels & Stories

~Halle's POV~ I adjusted the stack of notes on my desk, the soft hum of the city traffic filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows of my downtown office. It was one of those crisp autumn afternoons in Chicago, where the skyline pierced the gray sky like jagged teeth, and the wind whispered promises of change.

"Dad, what's wrong?" Henry said, "Go sleep on the couch." "You didn't get any sleep last night either, Dad. You should use the couch. I'll take a short nap and go upstairs to check on Valerie." Morgan curled up at the foot of the bed and fell asleep again. Autumn was nearing its end, and the leaves were turning yellow. The wind blew across the trees, and the golden osmanthus exuded a subtle fragrance. Time flew in the blink of an eye.

And Gavin—well, Gavin’s three hours away, counting down the days until graduation, already acting like he’s got one foot out the door. Gemma texted me last night: You ever feel like you’re suffocating, even when the window’s open? I didn’t know how to answer. I keep thinking about summer, the salt wind and the laughter and the promises we made, but autumn isn’t summer. –And the truth is, maybe none of us are the same anymore. The thing about autumn is that it looks prettier than it feels. Everyone talks about the leaves—red, orange, gold, the whole cliché—but no one talks about the gray sky behind them, or the way the air smells like endings.

He didn’t think this was a come-on. They walked out of the Station and up a slope Bobby hadn’t noticed before. And where was the parking lot? It should be just over there, to the left. A mist was closing in, unusual for this time of year. They went further. Shouldn’t they have come to the old Post Office building by now and the train yards? But there was only grass and brush and a few trees. ‘Something’s going on,’ said Bobby. The man smiled. ‘Something’s always going on. We just don’t always see it.’

It was not like we are likely to meet each other in the future after all. We drove in silence for a bit, Ashley taking the chance to gaze out the window and soak in the clear blue sky and bright green trees whizzing by. It was currently the beginning of autumn and a few trees were beginning to turn red and that shade of mesmerizing yellow that was peculiar to the season, making the view outside quite inviting. What made the colors really pop though, was how they melded together with everything else, passing by in a blur as we shot down the road.

I picked up my phone and opened Ramona's profile again, searching for clues in the photos where she had been careful not to show her face. The window was left ajar in one of the photos, revealing the top of a building. It was the Starwell TV Tower, a landmark building of Silveridge. Another photo revealed the sign of a famous chain coffee shop. The third photo captured the flower bed outside the neighborhood. In less than half an hour, I had tracked down Ramona's location. She lived in Camphor Heights in Silveridge. A popular amusement park was only two miles from her neighborhood. Without hesitation, I changed into a comfortable tracksuit, grabbed my car keys and personal documents, then wa

The light turned red just before the intersection. Veronica did not look up immediately. Her phone remained in her hand, the message still open, the words sitting there with quiet insistence. We need to discuss terms. Outside, the city moved in muted layers, cars idling, pedestrians crossing, coats drawn closer against the early chill. A cyclist slipped between lanes, weaving through with practiced ease. Autumn did not arrive all at once. It settled, gradually, until it showed in the edges of things.

The wind blows is quite different from other seasons leaves fell off the ground some people wearing jackets the trees look like dying but it is just an autumn Mike is sitting alone at the park while his coffee is on his side he planned to travel afar for work seems he want just to skip for this year at this place he feels the wind blows like his last day at this place. Later on that he calls Angel as the phone rings she answers "hey love how are you doing? yeah... by the way, are vacant tonight? I would like to take you out since it is the first month of autumn okay see you well it's okay, of course, I can wait yeah love you see you later love." Then Mike sips his coffee and thinks to visit

"Bye, Mike, I'll see you in a few hours," I called out to my boss, stepping out of the restaurant and into the warm autumn sunshine. The job at the restaurant wasn't the best, but it had paid the bills over the summer. Fall was just starting to touch the trees, turning them into glorious balls of fire against the blue sky. The change had come early this year, but I was enjoying the extra color in the trees.

AUTUMN'S POV I woke up with a stupid smile on my face – one that I wouldn’t even be able to explain the origin of. Once again, I was in my bed with no recollection of how I got there. I walked over to my window with hopes that the black wolf would be there. And he was. “Good morning Miss Autumn.”