A Summer Wind

By Josh Covington

"If I didn't know better, I'd say a bomb went off here..."

A young family finds themselves brought together when a natural disaster nearly destroys everything they've ever known and ever loved.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Josh Covington
• Release date: Dec 6, 2009
• ISBN: 9781452329567

Josh Covington

My fiction has been published in a number of literary journals including Reflections, Writers of Readers, My Legacy, Nuvein Online, and EWG Presents. I've also written for several local publications including Style Weekly, Virginia Business, and Richmond Magazine.I enjoy Seinfeld reruns, the Atlanta Braves, and Beatles songs written by John, Paul, or George. Sorry, Ringo.In Search of Monsters is my first book.

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A Summer Wind

By Josh Covington

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A SUMMER WIND. Copyright ©2009 by Josh Covington. All rights reserved. United States of America. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission except in the brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.

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A Summer Wind

If I didn’t know better, I’d say a bomb went off here. Bits of trash and scraps of wood lay scattered. A remote control from a television long gone lies cast off to the side, now no more than a battered chunk of plastic. A toilet ripped from the floor lies on its end. A mattress sits upended against the lone standing wall. A piece of our neighbor’s front porch, twisted and broken, leans against a pile of what is now junk. Nails wrenched from their boards are scattered along the sandy ground like chickenfeed.

You see that? my wife asks, pointing.

I look. Our neighbor’s home has been pulled from its foundation by the tide, spun, and dropped. It now sits in the gravel road, nearly intact, an incongruous remnant of what was just two days ago.

I lower my head against the wind and begin to sift through the rubble.

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My parents bought our summer house on the Rappahannock River in the summer of 1970. I was eight years old.

I don’t remember much from that summer, just the feeling of walking through that house