Droplets from the Inkwell

Writing Quickie: Strolling through the Park

The sun warmed me as we walked through the park, holding hands. We walked by the soccer field and I watched as as two groups of college students playing, the two teams apparently delineated by “shirts vs. skins.” I found my eyes lingering on one particularly tall black-haired guy on the “skins” team, sweat beading on his torso. Jeff squeezed my hand. I turned and he gave me a look that was mostly amused with maybe the slightest bit of jealousy thrown in. I blushed and smile sheepishly. He laughed, then pulled me closer so he could gently brush my lips with his.

As our lips parted, he grinned and said, “Besides, I guess I can’t be too jealous. I was checking out the lanky redhead on the opposing team.” I gave him a playful punch to the shoulder and we both laughed as we began to walk toward the picnic area.

JarredH

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