The flowers were finally full bloomed, the air warm and inviting. School would be closed for three weeks. The bell silent.
We, the 6th graders, used to take turns ringin’ the bell. It wasn’t like it is today, an electric trill that has no soul. Our bell sounded rich and full of promise. Bell ringin’ was the privilege of the biggest kids. Next year, we’d be off to high school in the big city, 35 miles away.
Our last spring break together, then each off to a new direction.
My turn, I rang the bell…off to spring break!
Written for Friday Fictioneers