Post by Farrah di Prima on Apr 16, 2019 17:40:14 GMT -4
With summer upon her, Farrah ventured out in search of a nice, chilly place where she could relax and work on churning out a little poetry, taking full advantage of her time off work. She walked with her nose dangerously buried inside of her notebook, which she raised with one hand, wagging a pen back and forth through the air with the other like a conductor. She wanted to meet someone new, but as it stood, she was more in danger of running into them literally.
"I need somewhere that is in both senses 'cool!" With people to meet, to burn artistic fuel! A poetic flame amidst the cold! All this heat is getting old!" she spoke aloud to herself, regretting her decision to make black a mainstay of her wardrobe. Today, she was dressed in a white and black striped, sleeveless top, with a black ascot in place of her usual scarf and long, black slacks, up nearly to her belly button, with the shirt tucked in. She wore her usual cap and shades, the latter putting in work today, along with black, open-toed sandals.
Just then, she lifted her head from her notebook and snapped the book shut. She raised both hands into the air and sang a triumphant "Eureka!" as she realized that not only had she thought up the perfect place, but furthermore, she was standing in front of it. She blinked a few times, walked forward, then planted her feet and raised her arms again. She had been misremembering it a bit, but now she was standing in front of it.
Farrah swung open the door to Maxi's sweets shop, hoping that the store's owner would be as happy to see her as she was to see him (and to feel the blast of AC that hit her as the door opened). "It is I! Here in summer, I make my return! For inside me a passion for ice cream and poetry still burns!" she announced, sliding inside and snapping a few times. If the shop was terribly busy, she would probably be making a scene.
"Maxi, are you here? I have searched long! For a place to craft new poems and songs! For the price of a snack, may I set up in here? And see if anything hits my eyes or my ears? Something to inspire me and set my next poem moving! Something out of this world that's totally grooving!" she implored the store's owner, moving to the counter and setting her elbows upon the counter. "So, how about it? Seen any interesting folks? Had any crazy encounters? Heard any good jokes?"
"I need somewhere that is in both senses 'cool!" With people to meet, to burn artistic fuel! A poetic flame amidst the cold! All this heat is getting old!" she spoke aloud to herself, regretting her decision to make black a mainstay of her wardrobe. Today, she was dressed in a white and black striped, sleeveless top, with a black ascot in place of her usual scarf and long, black slacks, up nearly to her belly button, with the shirt tucked in. She wore her usual cap and shades, the latter putting in work today, along with black, open-toed sandals.
Just then, she lifted her head from her notebook and snapped the book shut. She raised both hands into the air and sang a triumphant "Eureka!" as she realized that not only had she thought up the perfect place, but furthermore, she was standing in front of it. She blinked a few times, walked forward, then planted her feet and raised her arms again. She had been misremembering it a bit, but now she was standing in front of it.
Farrah swung open the door to Maxi's sweets shop, hoping that the store's owner would be as happy to see her as she was to see him (and to feel the blast of AC that hit her as the door opened). "It is I! Here in summer, I make my return! For inside me a passion for ice cream and poetry still burns!" she announced, sliding inside and snapping a few times. If the shop was terribly busy, she would probably be making a scene.
"Maxi, are you here? I have searched long! For a place to craft new poems and songs! For the price of a snack, may I set up in here? And see if anything hits my eyes or my ears? Something to inspire me and set my next poem moving! Something out of this world that's totally grooving!" she implored the store's owner, moving to the counter and setting her elbows upon the counter. "So, how about it? Seen any interesting folks? Had any crazy encounters? Heard any good jokes?"
