Gonelikeaugust Stories

August was like the month. He was the end of summer kissing fall. He was as hot and as passionate as a bonfire in the summer, but as graceful and quiet as the falling leaves. He changed color often and rose to a challenge. He was beautiful and I was in love. But this isn't a story about that; this a story about August. And how just like the month he was named after, he disappeared in the blink of an eye. Copyright ©