Autumn sat on the swings, just sagging there and letting herself drift backwards and forwards. She hadn’t printed up her little story, but had it in the laptop. As she waited, she glanced over at the computer. It was sitting in a heap just out of range of the actual swing. She could actually swing without worrying about hitting it.

She sat there and looked up at the skies. It was still warm out, the skies were nice and clear, and it just felt peaceful. More importantly, it felt ...