JUNE DIPS INTO JULY. The whole world comes to a boil. Hot water bubbles out of the earth, taking the form of mosquitos and screaming cicadas. The heat basks everything in a murky green-and-yellow light.
We celebrate Marisol's birthday towards the end of June with a big bonfire on the beach. I meet all of her dance and school and theatre friends, but all night, I cling tight to Dahlia and Ezra.
On the Fourth, we celebrate America's Independence Day in the same manner. We all twirl sparklers through the night air, laying out on towels to watch the fireworks over the sea.
If I could spend the rest of my life in these hazy summer months, I would.
But I know that I cannot. My month is coming to an end. I'm no closer to figuring out which of my friends is Apollo's child. If anything, all that I've realized is that I cannot kill any of them.
I don't know what I'm going to do. I think that all I can do is wait and see.
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A Shrine to an Unknown God
FantasyAntigone Katsaros was born and raised in a cult. Now, at eighteen, she doesn't know what wifi is, but she's well-versed in the old gods. [A Wattpad featured story.]
