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worldofwordsAll Is fair in Love and Powder
Word count (Story only)1030
This story was inspired by a prompt fromfuzzyred and sponsored by rnb_capricorn with my deepest thanks.
“Stop, stop, stop!” Jasmine was squealing, but not really loud enough to be heard more than a few feet with all the other county fair noise going on. In front of she and dell were the remains of a funnel cake. The ice cream had long since been eaten, and was dried in colorful fashion on their lips. Despite this, Jasmine did not look at all pleased.
She had just gotten her hair done for the fair, and now it was all covered in powder. She’d have to have it done *again.* something she was not looking forward to. She licked her lips, tasting the strawberry ice cream again, along with the vanilla Del had gotten for his portion. The flavors made a nice contrast, and managed to distract her a bit from the catastrophe of the hair do.
Dell, in his infinite wisdom was trying to pick powdered sugar out of it. Though how he was doing it when it was in an afro, Jasmine had no idea. She had to hold back a laugh when she saw what was happening out of the corner of one eye. He had no idea that all he was doing was getting it all over his shirt, until he looked down, and squawked himself.
Jasmine laughed out loud. “That’s what you git!” She giggled again.
“Awe come on, man! When Shaela told us to go an’ have fun, I ain’t sure this be what she meant.” Dell ran his fingers through his locks in exasperation, furthering the problem. Now he *too* had white streaks all down his hair. He reached for, and snagged, the last piece of the cake, nibbling at it as if he would never get another, savoring the sweetness of the fried treat on his tongue. He closed his eyes in a brief moment of ecstasy before looking down at his shirt again.
Jasmine grinned, “Sho it is. Ya know damn well that girl gunn wanna hear all about dis when we get home, an’ she gunna laugh worse than I did jus now at you gittin’ all covered in white stuff… look at yo shirt, man, it covered!”
Del sighed. His shirt had once in its life been a dark blue; the kind that set off his skin tone. Now, though, now it looked like it had been dipped in a vat of snow, so white was it. It was a good thing it was a nice day out. Del closed his eyes. The powdered mess would’ve been made worse if they were all sweaty. As it was, the breeze wasn’t helping, blowing more of the sugar on them with each gust.
A tiny giggle burst out from Del’s left, and he glanced that way to see a child of about four or five pointing at them and laughing. The parents, Jasmine saw, weren’t anywhere in sight, and there didn’t seem to be a chaperone. Ah hell, why not.
“I can git you, too you know,” she said, picking up some of the sugar and pretending to blow it.
“Nuh, uh, gotta catch me!” The child squeaked in mock protest just then, and Jasmine giggled as the small pile of sugar hit the child on the nose. “Gotta what?”
“Ya cheated!” The child whined playfully.
Del grinned, “Know a speeder when we sees it. Where’s yo parents, li’l one?”
“They ovah theah,” thee girl pointed at a table about five feet off, But I got bord, so come over heah to see what was goin’ on like.”
Dell, who had managed to somewhat fix Jasmines hair much to her still grimacing dismay grinned, “Come on, le’s get ya back deah, an maybs the group of us can do somethin’, yeah? What’s ya name?”
“Kayla. But I like Kay better.” She sighed in exasperation. “Wanna run. Too crowded here. Can’t move like I wanna. Too slow.”
Yep, a speedster. Del sighed, “Sometimes ya gotta go slow. Sometimes it be fun to slow down. Ya go fast all the time, ya gunna miss some good stuff. Yeah sometimes it’s boring ta go slow, but sometimes it be worth it. ‘specially durin’ fair time. Ya savour moments like these. Like the days out with the family an’ the funnel cakes. ‘cause they special times that don’t come often. This year’s gunna be different than next; no two memories is the same.”
By this time, Del and Jasmine had ambled their way over to the table where two men sat enjoying lemon shake-ups and their own funnel cake. Del was delighted to see that the two were equally covered in powdered sweetness. Sometimes the similarities were what made the day special, and sometimes just reaching out to grasp the hand of the one you loved made it even more so. It had been Jasmine who had reached, joining fingers with Del. Her tiger, her strength in hard times-or at least a part of it. She leaned on him, no longer caring what they looked like. No longer dismayed by her hair.
Kay grinned. That would be *her* favorite memory. It was good to see love like that. And she had it now. Wherever she saw. One was hers. Her daddies had adopted her about a month ago. But now she had this, the dark-skinned couple all covered in white. Like they’d done it on purpose now, and it felt good to be here. It felt good to be alive.
Maybe the guy was right. Maybe…just maybe slowing down sometimes *was* a good thing. And maybe being bored wasn’t so bad after all, if she got to see this all the time. Or even every once in a while. She sighed happily, leaning on her own parent. She very nearly closed her eyes, but remembered that if she did, she’d not see the two in front of her anymore. And she wanted to. For as long as life would allow. She reached, and was handed, one of the last remaining pieces of the funnel cake. With a bit of vanilla ice cream still on it. Kay licked it off, then savored the piece, and the memories being made as the moments passed by.
Word count (Story only)1030
This story was inspired by a prompt from
fuzzyred and sponsored by rnb_capricorn with my deepest thanks.“Stop, stop, stop!” Jasmine was squealing, but not really loud enough to be heard more than a few feet with all the other county fair noise going on. In front of she and dell were the remains of a funnel cake. The ice cream had long since been eaten, and was dried in colorful fashion on their lips. Despite this, Jasmine did not look at all pleased.
She had just gotten her hair done for the fair, and now it was all covered in powder. She’d have to have it done *again.* something she was not looking forward to. She licked her lips, tasting the strawberry ice cream again, along with the vanilla Del had gotten for his portion. The flavors made a nice contrast, and managed to distract her a bit from the catastrophe of the hair do.
Dell, in his infinite wisdom was trying to pick powdered sugar out of it. Though how he was doing it when it was in an afro, Jasmine had no idea. She had to hold back a laugh when she saw what was happening out of the corner of one eye. He had no idea that all he was doing was getting it all over his shirt, until he looked down, and squawked himself.
Jasmine laughed out loud. “That’s what you git!” She giggled again.
“Awe come on, man! When Shaela told us to go an’ have fun, I ain’t sure this be what she meant.” Dell ran his fingers through his locks in exasperation, furthering the problem. Now he *too* had white streaks all down his hair. He reached for, and snagged, the last piece of the cake, nibbling at it as if he would never get another, savoring the sweetness of the fried treat on his tongue. He closed his eyes in a brief moment of ecstasy before looking down at his shirt again.
Jasmine grinned, “Sho it is. Ya know damn well that girl gunn wanna hear all about dis when we get home, an’ she gunna laugh worse than I did jus now at you gittin’ all covered in white stuff… look at yo shirt, man, it covered!”
Del sighed. His shirt had once in its life been a dark blue; the kind that set off his skin tone. Now, though, now it looked like it had been dipped in a vat of snow, so white was it. It was a good thing it was a nice day out. Del closed his eyes. The powdered mess would’ve been made worse if they were all sweaty. As it was, the breeze wasn’t helping, blowing more of the sugar on them with each gust.
A tiny giggle burst out from Del’s left, and he glanced that way to see a child of about four or five pointing at them and laughing. The parents, Jasmine saw, weren’t anywhere in sight, and there didn’t seem to be a chaperone. Ah hell, why not.
“I can git you, too you know,” she said, picking up some of the sugar and pretending to blow it.
“Nuh, uh, gotta catch me!” The child squeaked in mock protest just then, and Jasmine giggled as the small pile of sugar hit the child on the nose. “Gotta what?”
“Ya cheated!” The child whined playfully.
Del grinned, “Know a speeder when we sees it. Where’s yo parents, li’l one?”
“They ovah theah,” thee girl pointed at a table about five feet off, But I got bord, so come over heah to see what was goin’ on like.”
Dell, who had managed to somewhat fix Jasmines hair much to her still grimacing dismay grinned, “Come on, le’s get ya back deah, an maybs the group of us can do somethin’, yeah? What’s ya name?”
“Kayla. But I like Kay better.” She sighed in exasperation. “Wanna run. Too crowded here. Can’t move like I wanna. Too slow.”
Yep, a speedster. Del sighed, “Sometimes ya gotta go slow. Sometimes it be fun to slow down. Ya go fast all the time, ya gunna miss some good stuff. Yeah sometimes it’s boring ta go slow, but sometimes it be worth it. ‘specially durin’ fair time. Ya savour moments like these. Like the days out with the family an’ the funnel cakes. ‘cause they special times that don’t come often. This year’s gunna be different than next; no two memories is the same.”
By this time, Del and Jasmine had ambled their way over to the table where two men sat enjoying lemon shake-ups and their own funnel cake. Del was delighted to see that the two were equally covered in powdered sweetness. Sometimes the similarities were what made the day special, and sometimes just reaching out to grasp the hand of the one you loved made it even more so. It had been Jasmine who had reached, joining fingers with Del. Her tiger, her strength in hard times-or at least a part of it. She leaned on him, no longer caring what they looked like. No longer dismayed by her hair.
Kay grinned. That would be *her* favorite memory. It was good to see love like that. And she had it now. Wherever she saw. One was hers. Her daddies had adopted her about a month ago. But now she had this, the dark-skinned couple all covered in white. Like they’d done it on purpose now, and it felt good to be here. It felt good to be alive.
Maybe the guy was right. Maybe…just maybe slowing down sometimes *was* a good thing. And maybe being bored wasn’t so bad after all, if she got to see this all the time. Or even every once in a while. She sighed happily, leaning on her own parent. She very nearly closed her eyes, but remembered that if she did, she’d not see the two in front of her anymore. And she wanted to. For as long as life would allow. She reached, and was handed, one of the last remaining pieces of the funnel cake. With a bit of vanilla ice cream still on it. Kay licked it off, then savored the piece, and the memories being made as the moments passed by.
