Eric de Winter Creative Writing Mr. Edmlnster Period 6 The park The crisp summer air filled the local park, the sun burning down as everyone wanted some fresh air. A young couple lounging on the fresh grass having a picnic, the Juicy aroma of sausages floated through the park. Across from the couple, parked precariously on an old patch of grass, was an ancient Ice-cream van. The old, decrepit van had been In the family for years, paint peeling, bodywork rusting, the Ice-cream van was fit for the dump. However, everyone in the local park was swarming around he Van, tired parents, bored teenagers, everyone needed a refreshment.
The driver a sweaty, elderly man, looking worn and fed up, scanned the crowd, hoping for some refuge from the crowd of impatient customer. Beads of sweat dripping from his forehead, handing out melting Ice-creams as the suns fierce rays beat down on him. Close to the van was a young mother, struggling to control her two troublesome toddlers fighting with their younger sibling, sitting in a rather ornate looking stroller. Her oldest child, seemingly unaware, remained clicking away on her phone. Between he baby crying and her mother screaming, the began quickly attracting the attention of those passing by.
The young mother was trying to explain to her children that she had no money for ice-cream. Tired and confused she attempted to calm down her noisy children, stopping to pick up her crying toddler who had Just fallen over, who tried to make a run for It towards the trees. A sweaty, runner, looked nervously around the park, his eyes longingly glancing towards the ice-cream Van, licking his lips, wishing he could gulp down an ice-cold can of Coke. Rather large in comparison to his personal trainer, a young, fit female. He was finding it hard to keep up, begging her to slow down.
Tiredly trying to pull-up his sweat-drenched Under Armour shorts he came to a stop, collapsing right in the middle of the worn patch of grass where a group of boys were playing a rowdy game of football. Out of the usual gang playing football, one boy was already perched on a nearby bench being comforted by his concerned mother, carefully treating his rather badly scraped knee. Other players were taking a break, sitting on patches of grass licking rapidly melting ice-creams, while watching their teammates aimlessly fighting for the ball.
One over-excited boy lobs the battered ball towards a passing couple, hand In hand the old couple picks up the pace, heading away from the brutal match. The old couple carries on along the path, leaning on their walking sticks for support. The old ladys dress softly flaps in the wind, exposing her swollen, pain feet covered by her sandals. Their aged faces crinkling into smiles as they watch the sunset. Their eyes wide through their magnifying-glass shaped spectacles. The local park is gradually cloaked in darkness, the park slowly clears, until all you can hear Is the gentle laughter ringing from midnight strollers.
The Park By Eric-de Winter Mr. Edminster precariously on an old patch of grass, was an ancient ice-cream van. The old, decrepit van had been in the family for years, paint peeling, bodywork rusting, the ice-cream forehead, handing out melting ice-creams as the suns fierce rays beat down on him. over, who tried to make a run for it towards the trees. rapidly melting ice-creams, while watching their teammates aimlessly fghting for the ball. One over-excited boy lobs the battered ball towards a passing couple, hand in can hear is the gentle laughter ringing from midnight strollers.