John M. Gonzales

The Summer Fort

Jeffry Castillo sat at the back of class day dreaming of summer, his eyes already looking passed his teacher, her last lesson already white noise, the only thought in his mind was his summer fort. This was nothing new of course, and quite expected for an 11 year old boy on the cusp of summer break. Especially one who had been working on the same fort since he was five. But now, now it was in reach, the summer breeze and the cool dirt almost palpable.