Summer Heat Challenge 2009
Waste of
It was the perfect strawberry sundae, topped with whipped cream and cherries. She thunked the bowl on the graying picnic table. Her mouth watered, but she didn’t have a spoon.
August sun blazed overhead, and soon the cherries tumbled off as the whipped cream deflated in the heat. Melted trickles of ice cream slid down, pooling in the bowl.
The frozen ice cream had been difficult to scoop. Now, as it formed a tepid, gooey mess, a fly, attracted by the sweetness, lodged itself in the stickiness. Moments later, it stopped struggling as she sat and watched.
Death by gluttony.
It was the perfect strawberry sundae, topped with whipped cream and cherries. She thunked the bowl on the graying picnic table. Her mouth watered, but she didn’t have a spoon.
August sun blazed overhead, and soon the cherries tumbled off as the whipped cream deflated in the heat. Melted trickles of ice cream slid down, pooling in the bowl.
The frozen ice cream had been difficult to scoop. Now, as it formed a tepid, gooey mess, a fly, attracted by the sweetness, lodged itself in the stickiness. Moments later, it stopped struggling as she sat and watched.
Death by gluttony.