July was in full force, hot and sticky. The air was so thick that you could cut it with a knife. The sun was starting to go down a little, reliving the girls from the hot sun they had all day been exposed to. They reunited that day, all together again in their hometown they love so much; Lovettsville, the town the begins with love. Molly had been there all summer, bating traps and setting up motion activated cameras to capture wildlife. Beth was also working, but back at her school, then in
Beth, the artist, brought up what day it was. The third of July was one of their favorite days in their little town. That morning they had gone to the Independence Day parade and now had pockets full of old candy as if they were in elementary school again. However, when the sun went down was when the real fun began.
Beth led the way, they all knew where they were going but she was the best guide. They walked through town passing various landmarks along the way. They went by the Elementary school where they had all meet, then the
They get to the community center and Beth starts to run, the other three struggling to catch up. She goes to the tree line behind the tennis courts and the baseball diamond and starts blindly pushing her way through. At this point it is almost totally dark, and already dark to not be able to see what they are stepping in or through. The girls helped each other move branches and to see dangerous stops to steep, lit only by the faint glow of cell phones. There girls are from the country, so they are not afraid to get a little scratched up. With one last step over the old rusty barbed wire fence, they were in the field, and Beth started to run again.
Molly had to abandon her bike behind one of the dugouts, with a promise to return for it.
Finally they get to the top. It is better up here, they are surrounded by hay bails and the grass is significantly shorter. They stand up their, on the top of a hill, and look toward their town. Beth looks very proud of herself. The other three had forgotten what day it was until the first explosion. Right in front of them, a huge ball of red and orange exploded in the sky, followed by a band that echoed all around them. Fireworks, on the third of July, this is how it’s done in Lovettsville. They have the best seats in the house. They are far enough away that they can see them from the best angle, and close enough to still be able to hear the soft cheers from the crowed back at the community center after each burst.
That’s when the others started. As if cued off by the Lovettsville fireworks, other all around them started to go off. Behind them, across the far away river they could see the fireworks from
It was amazing, the girls forgot how dirty they were, forgot about the rain and the cuts on their legs from the tall grass. They forgot that this was their last night together, that soon they would all be off to school and not see each other for months, for some longer. They forgot about all responsibility and worry, totally engrossed in the present and the fiery balls exploding all around them. For a better viewing position, they climbed a few hay bails; Molly and Beth on one and Ria and Kelsey on the other. They stayed until the very last firework erupted, till the only sounds they could hear were the crickets and their own breathing. It was a perfect, Lovettsville night.