Shall we go back to a new short story once a week? This is something I wrote a while ago, but I’m reworking it to submit. Here are the first thirteen lines. Let me know if you want to read more.
Some Other Day
By Mary Robinette Kowal
          The summer the mosquitoes died began as the best one in Josie Langdon’s life. As she dived through the sprinkler in the front yard, the cold water sparkled as if someone had hung a beaded curtain upside down. She gasped with laughter, then turned and jumped through the curtain again.
          “Hey, Jo-bug!” Her dad walked up the sidewalk, home early from work.
          “Daddy!” She ran to meet him, dancing as the hot concrete steamed against her feet. He towered between her and the sun.
          Not minding that she dripped with water from the sprinkler, her dad picked her up and swung her around. She shrieked with laughter.
