Dreams: A Collection Of Romance One-Shots

Crunch

Okay so this is not romance at all but, I was just kinda writing down whatever I could come up with so sorry about the non romance lol

 A cold tickled my neck as the wind breathed softly upon my skin and I pulled on my jacket. The scene I was walking into could be described as a winter wonderland: Icicles hanging from tree branches as a bright blanket of white atop the yellow grass, the trees stripped of their leaves as they fell into a deep slumber as light snowflakes danced their way through the sky to land on that blanket. I could've stared at the field in front of me if I didn't remember Ma's instructions: No playing around, no stopping and staring at bright colored things, and no getting sidetracked. It almost sounded like she was calling me a moth; a disgusting winged creature that flutters towards any light, whether the light is deadly or not. I wrinkled my nose at the thought and trudged through the snow as disappointment sank into my skull. The grass did not crunch beneath my skater shoes.

I let out an obnoxious sigh and replayed Ma's instructions until they almost felt burned into my mind. I let my eyes wonder the lot as I walked, wondering why something was colored the way it was or why a stop sign was an octagon. At some point, I stopped, finding myself staring at the stop sign, lost in thought. Perhaps people thought that red is an aggressive color. It's not a romantic color at all. It's meant for stopping and scary things. And maybe people just wanted an octagon simply because. But, then why not a square? Or a circle? I came to a final conclusion: Circles are for things people do not pay much attention to. Squares are for speed limits. Octagons are distinct and anybody can pick out what it means.

Satisfied, I got back to walking, listening for the crunch that I so badly craved to hear but, when I reached the street I lived on: Marigold Street, once again disappointment sank under my skin. No crunch had come from the dead grass. I decided to back track, perhaps the grass would crunch somewhere where snow was not covering it. I decided that the best place for crunchy grass was hidden behind a wall of willow tree branches. The snow would've had a harder time into the small sanctuary that the willow tree had hidden away.

I twirled my hair as I began to think of where I had last seen a willow tree. The general store had a giant willow tree out front. Although the place made Ma nervous, I couldn't tell why. It was a fantastic store. The shelves decorated with vibrant toys and weird things that I always asked Ma to explain what they were. She always explained but, I guess I always sank into the quicksand trap that my mind has become. I shouldn't say the word become. My mind has always filled with thoughts and ideas. Things I couldn't explain or put words to. Mostly because I didn't like speaking. People stared and I didn't fancy that very much.

Once again I came out of a trance that held me captive most of the time and set out to the general store. The sidewalks almost camouflaged with the snow, almost like a plague that had spread over anything that it could reach and the only cure was either scraping it off or waiting for it to melt. I stared down at my feet, counting the amount of black squares decorated the tips of my shoes, until I finally reached the general store. The old willow looked sickly standing by itself, hunched over. Perhaps it was sad that it was all alone. Or maybe it was sick from the plague of snow. I parted the branches and found that the grass crunched near the base of tree and, finally, a satisfaction seeped into my mind. My feet tapped on the grass as I continued pounding the ground for the crunch until all of the grass was covered in snow and dirt and the crunch was gone. I sat against the trunk of the tree and gasped as my phone began dinging. Ma was calling.