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Winter In Summer | iiiii

 

Winter In Summer || iiiii || 

According to the popular universal belief that is, if a day started out well, it would just get better. And if a day started out poorly, it will grow more and more disappointing. Suffice to say, Winter Wilfred disagreed.

He has gone through enough days that started out well and ended up shoddier than a chocolate ice cream in a cup, which was very very wrong in Winter’s book. “Chocolate ice cream should always be eaten from a cone, always.” His Grandpa Jeremy Wilfred told him.

You see, he couldn't get rid of the sense that something was again, very very wrong on this particular Wednesday. Everything felt too much, the blazing warmth was too much, the inhabitants of Calfestone chattering soundly around the street corners beneath the stores’ umbrellas was too much, the elders who usually were sat on the park’s benches were in hiding from the torturous weather which left High Wisteria deserted and kids were grouped into two, one group playing with water balloons and throwing them on each other, the other were scattered near mailboxes and throwing toilet papers and more water balloons on Hickley Jackson’s house, the newest child in town who has been detected with chickenpox. The silence of Winter’s own house didn’t match the wild atmosphere outside. The entire scenery looked and felt wrong. Calfestone town was known for its quietness and civility between the residents, even if it was spurious.

Winter peaked through his window as the kids remained to sabotage Hickley Jackson’s house nonchalantly for they a day prior, upon hearing the weather report and how Calfestone was expected to be hit with a heat wave since the 80’s, packed their suitcases and left to California to spend the rest of the summer in their relatives house, completely oblivious to the taunting their son was getting because he was ill.

A tall scrawny kid with yellow hair dressed in white trunks that Winter immediately recognized as Luca Sokratis, the popular delinquent in Calfestone’s junior high school. He seemingly was yelling at his acquaintances to withdraw as an older man was limping furiously out of the Jackson’s residence to the path between the gardens of flowers on each side of the house, his fists in the air. As the cluster ran away frantically, obviously taken aback with the change of occurrence, it was a girl this time, Lydia Parker whom was a known troublemaker among the students and a shy girl in front of adults, that hurled a red water balloon in bolt speed in the old man’s direction only to hit him square on the chest causing him to, alas, trip on the crassly tossed toilet papers covering middle of the lane and fall onto his back.

The word mayhem fell in place as few women and men who spotted the clearly chaotic behavior scrambled around the Jackson’s front yard to help the lad and keep an eye out for the troublemakers, there was no point calling the police forces. Every man, woman and child knew exactly who those teenagers were and it would be a pointless effort to actually make a stir about it since Sokratis is the town’s mayor  and his child acting like a complete twat would be the least of his worries.

Stunned and bored of the earlier episode Winter closed the curtains and turned to the living room.

He saw Celestine skipping through different channels on their television, Daisy sat cross-legged on the floor leaning against the chesterfield maroon sofa with a lace cushion rested behind her head as she flipped through pages of her magazine. Celestine glanced at him and smiled, gesturing him to come and sit next to her. Daisy looked up at the sound of her sister’s pat against the leather sofa only to see her brother and snorted, driving her attention back to her tedious magazine. Winter felt a surge of annoyance coursing through his chest and wanted nothing more than Daisy to be away.