Here's mine -- looking forward to your thoughts!!
Upper MG Paranormal
The day after her grandmother died, twelve-year old Ivy Jane sat alone in the back yard breathing in the unexpected lilacs. They never bloomed in late August.
She shifted slightly on the thick carpet of grass, the muscles in her legs humming slightly from the faint pulse of energy beneath her. Leftover tears thrummed against her throat.
“Dude, you trying to get a suntan or something?”
Ivy opened her eyes and then rolled them theatrically at her once-favorite cousin, now casting his Q-tip shaped shadow over them both.
“Ha ha. Yeah. Cause I need one so bad. And since when did you start calling people ‘dude’?”
“Since I hardly ever see you, I guess there’s lots you don’t know about me anymore.”
“What do you mean, ‘hardly ever see you.’ Wasn’t I with you yesterday?”
“You know what I mean.”
She knew. And Hunter was right. He – and all the rest of her cousins – had changed a lot in the years since she’d last visited, thought Ivy sadly. “I didn’t hear you arrive. Did you walk?”
“Yeah. Sort of. Mom dropped me off at the end of the driveway. She had an errand to run for the open house tomorrow. She said she’d be back to pick up Aunt Eliza so they can go to the funeral home to arrange the service.”
Ivy blanched and kept her eyes on the grass, her right hand absently fingering imaginary piano keys on her thigh.