A Taste of Spring

SPRING

Turning her phone off was the best thing for her sanity, but Spring still felt the urge to look at her call log to see who tried to contact her. She hoped that Dez realized that he made a huge mistake in dumping her and was calling to beg her to take him back.

The reality hit hard...two calls from Taylor, a half dozen calls from her Grams, and a dozen or more from Troy.

The calls from Taylor were of no importance. She wasn't interested in modeling or dating. Her grams just wanted to cheer her up. No doubt Summer told her about Dez. Dez, whose existence she didn't share with Grams because Grams was Pro-Troy. And Troy, who probably heard from Grams that she was nursing a broken heart that wasn't because of him. She didn't want to explain to Troy, for the hundredth time, that they were better off as friends. Troy was a great guy, but he wasn't her great guy.

What wasn't logged in her calls was a message from Summer. Which was odd because they talked at least four times a day.

As Spring climbed the apartment building stairs, she hit the home screen on her cell for the hundredth time. It was nine in the evening and no calls from Summer. Not even a text. She hiked her bag higher on her shoulder as she put her key in the main building door. The door swung open before she could turn the knob. The sudden jolt caused her key to fall out of the lock onto the doormat. She bent to get her keys as a figure rushed by, almost knocking her over.

gaze to see which of their neighbors was the jerk

"Jerk."

closed and locked. She moved over the threshold, forgetting that she was somewhat worried about Summer. Instead, as she checked the mailbox, she thought of how Dezmond's number wasn't on her call log.

Like the hole that kept growing in hers. But...nope. Apparently, he was good. That angered her but even with being angry, Spring was still eighty percent hurt and

not to

(Why...?)

over the edge of the welcome mat where Summer kept their spare key. The key was gone. She looked around the hallway. It was empty but not silent. The tenants across the hall were blasting Pop music loud enough for her to make out the tone but not

Summer's number. One ring and the voicemail picked up. She disconnected the call then eased the door open with her foot, looking inside from the hallway. It was pitch black inside. Spring raised her arm and used her hand to feel around the wall

illumination of the light were simultaneous. The glow

carrying herself over the threshold. Another step inside made it possible

out, Two," Spring whispered. She nervously giggled at herself for whispering. She glanced over her shoulder at the open doorway as she moved further inside,