Erica Burchfield

Adventures of Kadence

It was a beautiful summer morning. As the Cul de sac slept on, the red orange streams of sunlight made last night’s dew steam off the blades of the freshly mown lawns. Everything was quiet, almost too quiet, when all of a sudden a blood curdling scream caused birds resting lazily in a nearby tree to scatter in panicked spats. “Kadence!” the sound of her name in such a frantic tone ripped Kadence from her peaceful dreams. Jumping from her bed, she tried desperately to locate the cause of the scream.