[Suspect]

Wind and rain chased me sideways, and it was this I blamed for my fallen wind chime.  Knowing the smarter choice was to fumble my key into sticky locks, I opted, quite deliberately, to replace the fallen chimes to their nail. Certainly it was not for their beauty, for which the sun stole months ago, but as a type of homage. They keep my world from drowning silence; it was the least I could do.

As I picked up the muddied tangles of chimes, a curious sensation, a sudden shock, raced within me. A new discovery; knowing it was not wind, nor rain, which could ever crunch down upon the strong metal frame.

Ron, the postman, passed by me and bid hello.

Everyone was suspect.

Carrie Kefalas

Class of 2009

3rd Place