School is almost over for the year. Yes, teachers, like their students, count the days until summer break, and this year, I hope to spend most of the summer publishing some of my short stories. With any kind of luck, the second story from my new collection will see the light of day during the first week or two in June. Here’s the beginning of the story. I hope you like it.
Castleton, Maine – May 4, 2015 It had been a bitch of a winter. But at least now there wasn’t any snow on the roads, and for the first time in what seemed like months, I was on my bike again and outside. With the sun shining, and the green fields and forests ahead, my spirits soared and like the world around me, I was renewed. I pedaled along the back roads near my home and thought about my classes and my students, and as the sun warmed my shoulders, the rhythmic melody of “Classical Gas” filled my ears. I was as happy as a 24-year-old has a right to be. My legs instinctively moved to the sounds that now drove me forward, and as the melody became faster and faster, I realized I was nodding my head as if I was agreeing with the way the song intensified, of where it was leading me. My breathing, my body, even my thoughts became an extension of the music that filled my head.I couldn’t help myself, I smiled, but it was last smile I’d have for a while.