A Little Bit of Summer, is a short story I submitted to Woman's World magazine for publication. It was not sellected; however, I would like to share it with The Chamber readers. I hope you enjoy. Thank you.
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A Little Bit of Summer
The scent of honeysuckle lingered around the edges of a playground as thin vines lazily climbed a linked fence. The promise of summer was in the air.
The laughter of children could be heard drifting through an open window as eager faces anticipated the next words their teacher would utter as she read from a book.
The Confessions of a Groundhog was a favorite amongst the students.
Miss McClellan rewarded her pupils every Friday afternoon with a story. The young teacher would sit at the front of the classroom with her long skirt draped neatly over her knees, her feet planted firmly on the floor and a sturdy book in hand.
“I've been predicting the first day of summer for years,” read the 26-year-old teacher in a voice that mimicked the barking sound of a groundhog as he talked to the birds flying above his head. “Do not be afraid of the cold weather. It will be gone tomorrow. Please stay for the summer.”
The class listened in awe. A little boy with tight curly hair and brown skin shouted from his rear seat, “You can't leave. Listen to the groundhog. He wouldn't lie.”
Several other students voiced their concern for the frightened birds that were considering the long flight to a warmer climate, “You've made it through the snow— the blizzards. Just wait one more day.”
“Yes,” agreed Mr. Algiers who'd been standing quietly in the doorway that connected his classroom to the neighboring one. “The birds can't leave now,” he declared with a twinkle in his eye.
Miss McClellan looked away from the faces of her students and glanced in the direction of the Latin teacher. A faint smile touched her lips as she acknowledged that once again the young man was ease dropping during storytelling. He had a habit of drifting into her room and finding a seat somewhere behind the children.
“Hi Mr. A,” a student greeted.
“Do you like the story?” asked another.
“Of course,” replied Mr. Algiers. “I can't wait to hear what's going to happen next.”
“Me too,” giggled a little girl.
Miss McClellan observed the interactions of her students with Mr. Algiers who not only taught language, but also instructed the children in math and science.
Noting the clock on the wall, she flagged the last page she'd read with a ribbon and closed the book. She rose from the wooden chair and spoke, “Class the bell will be sounding in ten minutes— ”
“Aurrrh,” groaned the students.
“We will finish the book next week,” she promised. “Now gather your belongings and line up by the door.”
“Yes, Miss McClellan,” everyone said in unison.
Mr. Algiers stepped into the classroom and began aiding the children. She followed his movement with her eyes. She took that moment to openly admire him. She checked out his reddish hair and green eyes while noting the splatter of freckles on the bridge of his nose. She decided once again that he was an attractive man. He was also a gifted teacher. His patience with the young boys and girls impressed her. He always seemed to have time for one more question. Even at the end of a very long day.
Miss McClellan silently wished that he had time for her. She hadn't been on a date in almost a year. The young educator had been too busy preparing for the upcoming school year.
That left little room for anything else.
The male teacher glanced up as if sensing her stare. He smiled and gave her a playful wink.
Her heart fluttered
Could he have guessed her thoughts?
She hoped not. It was one thing to fantasize about the man, but she didn't what him to know that she was doing so.
Miss McClellan escorted the third-grade class down the stairwell and out the side door where parents were eagerly waiting. Several students yelled their goodbyes to her before racing off.
Mr. Algiers waved to a few of his pupils as he made his way to where the English teacher stood. His walk was youthful, energetic, “Do you have plans for the weekend?”
The question took her by surprise. Never once had they talked about anything other than the children. She glanced into his soft green eyes and a smile began to spread across her face.
“Not at the moment,” she admitted.
The Latin teachers became a bit bolder, “Then go out with me.”
“To Dinner— Or the movies. I'm not particular about the place,” he declared. “I'd just like to take you out on a date.”
He had read her thoughts. And, he seemed to have a few of his own.
“Do you like to dance?” she asked thinking of her favorite pastime.
“I do now,” he answered with a playful wink and a mischievous smile...