Summer Season Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

Not ever. Summer sat by the window, staring out into the darkness. The cold breeze from the open window brushed against her skin, but the chill in the air was nothing compared to the unease gnawing at her chest. Hilda had just left for the night, and now she was alone, consumed by thoughts of what Jessica was planning. Her mind couldn't settle, turning over the conversation she'd overheard earlier. Jessica's words echoed in her mind—When the foxes leave tomorrow, Summer will go with them.

“Don’t worry, it will not happen. I won’t die. I won’t abandon you and your mommy, okay?” She nodded and then gazed up at Summer. “Mommy, can you come here? Let’s all have a group hug.” Summer stood still for a moment, looking unsure. Then, with a hesitant step, she moved towards us. I reached out and took hold of her, feeling the warmth of her skin against mine. With a gentle embrace, I pulled her close and kissed her forehead. I could feel the softness of her hair as I whispered, “I won’t leave you.”

It was a tight, strange cuddle. It felt almost final. Summer pushed carefully away and smiled, she swiftly manoeuvred around her mum and opened the front door, never truly realizing that when she hit the evening air, how relieved she had felt to escape her home. Her thoughts didn’t last long though, as the bus to Ecklemoore Village was approaching the end of her road, and without further delay, summer made a run for it.

She trudges to the closet, opens it and peruses through the clothes, The book is unsuspecting, nothing in it screams magic except for the usual symbols. Summer frowns at the book. If her mother had given her this book thinking that she would make use of it then she had been wrong. She is useless, even if she is a seer. She had never been a help to anyone. Her decrepitating thoughts come to a halt when her phone rings. She hastily put the book back into the bag and picks up the device. “Hello, Barbara,” she mumbles. “Are you okay?” she asks as if sensing her distress in her voice. Summer made a noncommittal sound. “Okay, I called to tell you that we will be late. Don’t worry and if you decide