This month I’m doing a Creative Writing challenge! Today’s installment:
2. A couple.
Roger inhaled deeply. The scent of hot pine sap and dusty meadow filled his lungs, as the sun beat down on his face.
“This is good, I think” he said, setting down the basket in his hands.
Alice withdrew a blanket from her backpack, and began looking for the perfect spot to put it.
“Too rocky,” she said to herself, “too many weeds… ew, spider! Here we go.”
She spread the blanket out on the thick, grassy patch. A warm breeze drifted through the clearing, but not enough to warrant weighing down the corners of the blanket.
“Perfect” Roger said, as he moved the basket nearer to the blanket and opened the top, “let’s hurry up and get out the food, I’m starved.”
Together they unpacked the meal; there were turkey and provolone sandwiches with tomatoes and peppers, delicately wrapped in wax paper, and a bowl of fruit salad. Alice brought the utensils out of her backpack, as well as two bowls for the fruit. Roger put down his cooler backpack and brought out the drinks.
“Here” he handed her a 7-Up, then cracked open a Mountain Dew. He took a quick sip, and then set it down on a nearby rock. Alice passed him a sandwich, and together they unwrapped and began to eat.
“Babe,” Alice said “these are awesome! I can’t figure out why though.”
Roger grinned. “It’s the salt and pepper. And the bell peppers. Basically it boils down to pepper.”
Alice laughed, her blue eyes shining in the sunlight. “I’ll have to try that sometime.”
Roger took is fork and stabbed a juicy chunk of watermelon from out of the fruit bowl. “I don’t know why we brought bowls” he said as he ate it. Alice gave him an accusing look as she picked up a bowl and filled it for herself.
“I suppose we could’ve just brought the one extra” she quipped.
Roger picked out a piece of pineapple, popped it into his mouth, and glanced up at the sky. Three sparrows flew overhead, soaring and swooping through the sky, chasing down any insects who dared to fly in their airspace. The breeze picked up for a moment, tossing his dark, unruly curls of hair.
“It’s so nice out here” he said, softly, “away from the noise of life, just the two of us.”
Alice reached over and put her hand over his free one. “I agree. We should do this more often.”
They finished their sandwiches in silence. Roger crumbled his wrapper into a ball and tossed it into the basket. Alice put the cover back on the bowl of fruit and placed it in the basket as well, clearing the blanket. Roger lay back, his right arm outstretched. Alice shifted her position and lay down alongside him. He wrapped his arm around her, and she took his hand.
“When do we have to go back?” She asked.
“Not for some time” he said, “We have a couple hours to just relax.”
“Good.” She rested her face on his chest and closed her eyes. “Enough time for a nap?”
Roger pulled his phone from his pocket and set a timer.
“Plenty of time. That sounds great.”
He stroked her long, auburn hair tenderly. The motion was as calming for him as it was for her, and together they relaxed into an easy, carefree afternoon nap.