Last Days Of Summer

Charles Delany stepped off the horse and buggy. In front of him a whiteshingled wood house with a porch, surrounded by an abundance of trees,overlooked the ocean. He removed his hat and walked slowly up thepathway to the porch. He sat on the wooden bench and took it all in,listening to the waves slapping against the fishing dock.

“Okay, son, this’ll be your home for the summer. The doctor said thefresh air and trees are good for your condition.”

Charles nodded and when his father walked away, he coughed clumps of redinto his handkerchief.

From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher