iFlame (A Collection of Short Stories)

Lounging on the Bench

"Lounging on the Bench"
(I know the title sucks)

So, in my language class with Mr. Brandhorst, we had to write a Descripive Paragraph about one of 42 pictures he had on the wall. So I choose 40!

After a consolidated day at school, I finally arrive back to my welcoming home. Stepping off the bus, I proceed in the direction of my house. I gait by my spiny cactus plant, then trolley by the old rickety bench, oddly now covered in withered petals. On these incandescent summer days, I like nothing more then to lounge outside with beverages. I saunter into my house, admiring the chill, sensational air in the house. Tossing my bags to the side, I trolley over to the fridge. I slowly open the ice-box door, allowing the frigid dry air to surround my lengthy arms, then pull out a carton of Reese's Peanut Butter cup ice cream. I nigh the door to the fridge and proceed to hobble outside to my favorite spot to lounge, outside on the withering bench. I finally reach the vintage seat with my hands almost numb from coldness of the carton. Proceeding to un-lid the frozen custard, with my other free hand I pull out my phone and my cheap, dollar store brand earbuds then  play my favorite 90s song on repeat. The Full House Theme song. Now, with my music playing, and a spoon in my hand, I begin to consume the 1/2 pound container of Turkey Hill's best. The taste of the creamy Reese's peanut-butter cup with the brittle chocolate chip chucks melt in my mouth like iron in an oven at 5000 degrees Fahrenheit. At this time, my tastebuds are sent into over-drive with the delicious taste. I lean my head back at rest it the emoji pillow I had strapped to the back of the bench were the head rest once was, then close my eyes, then take in a deep, satisfying breath. Seconds later, I feel a hardly noticeable tickle on my nose. My eyes catapult open, I then scan the nearby vicinity to see what has touched my skin, but see nothing. I shrug it off, and take a spoon full of my ice-cream. But when I look the small scoop I had just collected, I see a wilted petal in it along with my custard. I then look up, now seeing the culprit. The hanging flower arrangement lost one of its petals, and has landed into my custard. Now staring at the leaf infested gelato, I let out a soft chuckle, along with a smile.

"Guess Fall is right around the corner I see." I say to myself. "Ugh.....I should get my homework done..." (420 Words)

                                                                                                              -Zachary Rosenthal, 2016