A Random Writing Scrap

[butterflydreaming]

Few things were as satisfying as warm limes and salt, thought Cole. No Cuervo necessary, although a sandy tropical beach would have been a nicer venue than the dead-end of a dark stairwell on the fourth floor of the science building. Sucking the acid juice from the tips of his ring-adorned fingers, he closed his eyes to imagine the desired beach scene.

Once the last of the lime wedges were gone, there was nothing to overpower the dank, musty odor of the stairwell. When the seascape in Cole’s mind became seaweed littered and gloomy, with a receding tide, he opened his eyes and dropped his chin into his hands with a sigh. Shifting the weight of his head into one palm, he fished his watch out of the tight pockets of his well-worn jeans and peered at the spindly hands of the timepiece. Another sigh misted the crystal over with condensed breath.

There were still twenty minutes until the end of the phys. ed. period. The limes had been the last of his small packed lunch, and now he had nothing to eat and nothing to do. The next time that he cut class, he vowed, he would bring some chalk. The stairwell wall could definitely use some enhancement.