Short Story: Summer Evenings, Warm and Sweet (Juven Press)
The sun is at its most romantic as it dips behind the rows of houses, streaking the sky with cotton candy pinks and deep, silvery violets and molten oranges that melt, both sweet and tangy, on my tongue. The pavement is the color of dreams, but it becomes flat and discolored beneath the odd, sharp shadows—it sticks, just like the humid summer air, to my skin.