Summer Wakes: Fantasy

I took a deep breath and gasped myself back to life, as I felt my sister sigh and pass away beside me. Sometimes we found each other lingering together long enough to touch hands and smile. Not this year. This year, I roared to life and I felt the strength of it, the hunger of it, in a way I hadn't for years. I felt like I could go to all the BBQs and eat six steaks and all the potato salad and maybe take one of the little kids running free as a desert. It would be that kind of summer. I'd sing with the jets rushing overhead and spread my arms wide with the snap of an American flag in the wind, and I'd visit hundreds of elderly people in their tiny hot apartments after the power blew out, because it was going to be that kind of summer. My kind of summer. I would come out of this one glutted on pinwheels and parades and BBQs and death. I could tell.


Inspiration: La Mort du Printemps: https://www.deviantart.com/art/La-Mort-du-Printemps-738504334
Story potential: High.
Notes: I like the idea of the seasons as vampiric sisters, who pretty much destroy all the things. This isn't a plot, though.