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© Dale Rogerson
Cruel Summer
by Miles H. Rost
“It’s way too hot.”
Midori looked up at the hazy afternoon sky, the big yellow disk broiling the city of Aomori.
The worst summer on record, and Midori couldn’t go out to enjoy it.
“The pool, the arcade, the beach. All my places, and I can’t go.”
She stared up as the sun slowly meandered across the blue carpet, until she heard a knock.
Her dad walked in.
“Honey, wanna go to the pool?”
Midori’s eyes opened wide.
“You bet!”
As she moved her wheelchair, she grabbed her swimsuit from the bed. The pool was fun, even with no legs.
Music and Fiction 
Delightful story 🙂
Reminders of the summer of 1987 and 1988…lots of good music, hot hot temperatures in the Midwest. Appropriate song, for sure.
Did not see that one coming. Great finish.
I like to throw in twists like that, and to show people who may seem like they can’t enjoy ordinary things…enjoying them.
Well told. And the music – so resonant of that era.
Oh yeah! Most certainly. For me, 1987 and 1988 for sure.