Post by Numbers Silverman on Sept 2, 2011 19:46:01 GMT -5
The day was stiflingly hot, and it was almost noon, the peak of the lazy summer day. There wasn't a cloud in the sky. The scent of the peach trees was almost over-whelming, the tangy smell filled his nose. Number’s looked up, eyeing the pinkish-orange fruit.
The fruit dropping into Number's outstretched palm. He bit into the peach, the orange-ish juice trickling down his chin, becoming sticky rapidly. He wiped it off hurriedly, the sticky juice clinging to his wrist. He hesitated, then licked it all off, It wasn’t everyday Number’s had something this good. So he savored the juicy, tangy taste.
The fruit dropping into Number's outstretched palm. He bit into the peach, the orange-ish juice trickling down his chin, becoming sticky rapidly. He wiped it off hurriedly, the sticky juice clinging to his wrist. He hesitated, then licked it all off, It wasn’t everyday Number’s had something this good. So he savored the juicy, tangy taste.