Thursday - 2/9/2012
For today, share with us 100 words about your character indulging in a guilty pleasure.
Giggling, Mere grabbed her spoon and scooped up a big hunk of ice cream, spooning it into her mouth quickly before it started to drip on her t-shirt. It was late afternoon, and she was sitting outside with Deanna, eating a bowl of ice cream with her friend.
“Why did you think that it wouldn’t start melting out here?” Deanna asked, getting a scoop for herself and putting it into her mouth. “You kept saying that it was cold enough to hold its shape while we ate it.”
“No one ever said that I was a rocket scientist, Dee,” Mere said with another giggle. “Now hugh up and enjoy your ice cream, already.” She licked her spoon clean and dug in for another bite. “I freaking LOVE ice cream. Have I mentioned that today?”
“Only about fifty times or so,” Deanna said with a smirk. “You might be an addict.”
“There are SO many worse things to be addicted to than ice cream,” Mere told her. “You know, like crack or something.”
Deanna laughed. “That’s kind of a big jump. I think you’ve got a long way to go between ice cream and crack.”
“Thank god, or I’d be SCREWED,” Mere said, spooning another scoop into her mouth.
Giggling, Mere grabbed her spoon and scooped up a big hunk of ice cream, spooning it into her mouth quickly before it started to drip on her t-shirt. It was late afternoon, and she was sitting outside with Deanna, eating a bowl of ice cream with her friend.
“Why did you think that it wouldn’t start melting out here?” Deanna asked, getting a scoop for herself and putting it into her mouth. “You kept saying that it was cold enough to hold its shape while we ate it.”
“No one ever said that I was a rocket scientist, Dee,” Mere said with another giggle. “Now hugh up and enjoy your ice cream, already.” She licked her spoon clean and dug in for another bite. “I freaking LOVE ice cream. Have I mentioned that today?”
“Only about fifty times or so,” Deanna said with a smirk. “You might be an addict.”
“There are SO many worse things to be addicted to than ice cream,” Mere told her. “You know, like crack or something.”
Deanna laughed. “That’s kind of a big jump. I think you’ve got a long way to go between ice cream and crack.”
“Thank god, or I’d be SCREWED,” Mere said, spooning another scoop into her mouth.