Sweet Summer Dream - Flash Fiction
A flash fiction (500 words or less) creative writing piece written for my Creative Writing class:
Sweet Summer Dream
On a surprisingly cool summer’s day, a little boy plays
outside in the empty field beside his cottage. Clumps of auburn hair stick to
his forehead as tiny droplets of sweat dribble down his chubby, pink cheek.
Suddenly, a large gust of wind sweeps all around him making the blades of grass
tickle against his scrawny ankles. Enjoying the refreshing gust of cool air on
his sweaty face, he closes his eyes. Without warning, an irresistible, sweet scent wafts
through the air. As it reaches his nose, he immediately widens his round,
sapphire eyes. His mouth instantly waters and longs for the taste of a juicy,
red apple. Within seconds, he grabs his dinky, old bicycle to ride over to the neighboring
orchard.
He quickly shouts to his mother, “Going for a ride. Love
you!”
Riding down the country road to the vast orchard, he
leaves his bike alongside the road. He swiftly walks up to the first of many
apple trees in his line of vision. Peering around, he makes sure no one sees
him pick an apple. Feelings of guilt suddenly stab at his conscience. However,
the sweet smell is just too overwhelming to resist his keen appetite. With his
mouth watering and longing for the taste of another delicious apple, he pushes
away the feelings of guilt and continues with his search for the perfect one.
Scanning the branches of the large tree, he searches for a
firm, bruise-free apple. He picks a plump-looking apple from the tree branch
and feebly twists off the short, brown stem. The apple’s skin is so shiny and
smooth that the boy can practically see his reflection glistening off it. The
first bite produces a loud, echoing reverberation as his teeth puncture through
the skin.
Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.
His little hands encase the apple as he consumes each bite.
Sticky, sweet juice drips from his open mouth. The taste is bittersweet, a
little tangy, but sweet nonetheless. The little boy scarfs down his delectable treat
just loving, savoring, devouring each. And. Every. Bite.
Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.
Very soon after the first mouthwatering bite, the boy is
already at the core. He almost swallows a black seed in his haste to devour the
apple but spits it out to the ground just in time. One apple just isn’t enough.
He picks several more apples to snack on later. After putting a few more into
his pockets, he walks back to his bicycle lying on the gravel.
After riding back to the empty field, he lies on the soft,
green grass gazing up at the sky. Watching the puffy, white clouds slowly
gliding by, he listens to the sounds of nature all around him—the howling of
the wind to the singing of the birds to the hum of the insects. With his belly
happily full of apple, he starts to drift off to sleep. Feelings of complete peace
and serenity overcome him…