Tag: summer

Short Story: The Smith Family’s Summer Vacation Disaster

Christine John
Flooding disaster

The rays of the early morning sun peeked through the curtains of the Smith family’s cozy suburban home, signaling the start of a new day. The dad, Kelvin, a hardworking businessman, and the mother, Astrid, a passionate art teacher, had been planning the ultimate family summer vacation to Europe for months. Their three daughters, CeCe, Charlotte, and Joan were bubbling with excitement as they packed their suitcases with clothes, camera gear, and travel guides.  As the family boarded the plane to London, England, their hearts were full of anticipation for…

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Short Story: Allergic to Summer

Christine John
Allergic to summer, allergic to the heat

Reggie sat in his room, sweat dripping down his face as he tried to cool himself with a small fan. He could feel his skin prickling and itching, a sure sign that the heat was getting to him. He sighed, wishing he could just escape the oppressive summer weather that made him feel like he was being suffocated.  Reggie had always been different from the others. While everyone else basked in the warmth of the summer sun, Reggie dreaded those hot and humid days. He was allergic to heat, a…

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Short Story: An Unexpected Summer Holiday

Christine John
Antigua - beach

Chloe had been looking forward to her summer holiday in Antigua with her boyfriend Dante for months. They had planned out every detail of their two weeks together on the beautiful island – lazy days on the beach, romantic dinners overlooking the ocean, and exploring the local markets and shops. It was supposed to be a perfect getaway for Just the two of them, a chance to escape the hustle and bustle of their busy lives back home.  However, as the day of their departure approached, Chloe’s excitement turned to…

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Short Story: A Summer Night to Remember

Christine John
A summer night to remember - couple kissing

Davis twisted and turned uncomfortably in his king-sized bed. It was a hot summer night and he could not sleep. He kicked off the damp sheet that had somehow twisted around his body and went to the mini fridge he had set up in his bedroom and took out a bottle of water. The cold liquid felt so refreshing as it slid down his parched throat. He then opened the French doors to let in what he hoped would be a cool breeze. He could have switched on the air…

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