Post by noodles on Feb 18, 2013 13:51:54 GMT -8
KILEY MARIE ANDERSON
I write my own story.
Walk|Talk
Her light hair bounced as she walked
down the street; her eyes were set on the little bakery. It was
half past noon and she was getting hungry, after all, she ate only
a bagel for breakfast this morning before heading off to practice
barrels with Hurricane, her beloved appaloosa gelding. Her ruffled
white tank top was slightly visible through her REALTREE jacket,
below that was her favorite pair of hip-hugging leans that ran into
a well-loved pair of Ariat cowboy boots. On the boots were one
of her favorite fashion accessories, spurs. She only wore them
out in public, as she never had to use them on her horse, for the
look and feel it gave her every step she took. She reached the
bakery and opened the door to be greeted by the refreshing
scent of warm breads and coffee beans. She stepped in line and
waited before she got to the front, then spoke up to the lady at
the front counter"I'd like a french vanilla cappuccino...
with lots of white chocolate and whipped cream,
and I'll take a blueberry muffin."as she
finished, she dug around for her money before she handed the
cashier correct change and moved to lean against a wall to wait
on her order.
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