Her lips

He is staring at me, Samy thought, as she watched her blind date gawk at her. “So, your name is Tom?” She asked, hoping that his creepiness was just some pre date jitters. “Ye-yeah,” he stuttered, eyes still transfixed on her lips. “What do you do?” She asked. He ignored her question, still staring unbashful…

Brutal seagulls​ at the beach

“Be careful with that,” she whispers, handing the two ice creams over. “What?” The tourist asks. “The birds are bad here,” she responds.  The man laughs, mocking the girl’s concern. A few minutes later a yell can be heard, the girl leans over the counter and sighs at the sight. Five seagulls circle the couple,…

A particularly grumpy cow​

“Don’t do it,” Sam whispered, eyes scanning the field for the cow in question. “It will be fine, I’m not walking all the way around that’s ridiculous,” Chloe replied. Easing the wooden gate open she stepped into the field, confident smile marking her lips as she turned to her friend. “Don’t just stand there!” He screamed,…

Another rant from an ice cream girl

The things any ice cream server does not want to hear. “Have you got a lemon?” The one flavour out of the 24 freshly made that we don’t have. “Have you got any ice lollies?” Does it look like we have ice lollies? “Do you do smoothies?” Does it look like we have smoothies? “Have…

An ice cream the size of her head

“A whipped ice cream please,” the customer asks. I begin to turn before a tiny giggle catches my attention, looking down,  I meet eyes with a small child. Her blonde hair is in two pink bobbles, pudgy cheeks covered with chocolate and large eyes already tainted with a sugar rush. “A child’s cone?” I ask,…

Engulfed​ by the ocean

Breath. Cold air sliding down my throat, Each intake peeling reality New flavours evolving to gloat. Breath. Salt itching at my lungs, Coarse ocean waves seeming to crash With each move of my tongue. Breath. The song of sailors escaping​ my lips, Their ancient call one of history Of the battle of ships.   Savor 

Warm paws on the scolding pavement

Dog: Mum. Me: No. Dog: Mum. Me: No. Dog: But muuuum. Me: You are a grown up pup now, you do not need to be carried. Dog: But I’m tired. Me: So am I. Dog: And I’m thirsty. Me: Me too. Dog: My paws hurt, the floor is hot, muuuum. Me: FINE BUT THIS IS THE…

The forbidden love of socks and sandals

“What is that,” Lucy squeaked in disgust. “What?” Her father replied, spinning around to pinpoint his error. “Your feet!” She squealed. Looking down he surveyed his feet, finding nothing wrong he looked back to find Lucy shaking her head with disappointment. “What’s wrong with them?” He asked, honestly. “You can’t wear sandals and socks!” She screamed,…

If your child licks the glass one more time…

My legs ache Swollen skin puckering in dismay, Muscles screaming in agony Crowds forming, Yay. Swollen eyes The white tinted red, My veins pop in anger Frustration needing to be shed. Crowds pulsate against the stall Mouths salivating in hunger, I moan as time slows Wishing for nothing but slumber. I smile tightly Glass gleaming…