watermelon
(A vignette I wrote in 11th grade 2020)
The breathless, Georgia, summer heat retreats with the sun.
People come out after dusk - like nocturnal animals.
We’re hunting ice-cream, at a carnival-painted shop.
There are four serving windows, hundreds of flavors and crickets serenading from the dark.
My BFF Kim and I are with my older brother (Brice) - we run to the line and he follows.
We’re waiting in line when the noisy muscle car roars up.
The driver is Kim’s ex-boyfriend - Rob.
Dumped but still, somehow, on the planet.
We fear the contamination of simple ice-cream pleasures with sour drama.
We turn our backs as they park and join a nearby line.
I feel Rob watching us, we’re tense, like maybe there’s a spider nearby.
Rob comes over - he wants something from her - she’s bored with understanding. He stands close - private-space-invader close - he’s high-school-junior smooth.
His assertions have no creativity - just history repeating itself - the talk is brief.
After a minute, he storms off - his friends are disappointed - I think they wanted ice-cream. Tire squealing and motor roaring announce his departure - his reputation is upheld.
I got two gigantic scoops - one Watermelon the other Key Lime pie. YUM
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A song for this:
Levitating by Dua Lipa
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