Post by Spyra Areleous on Mar 27, 2010 22:30:09 GMT -5
Another day off work and Spyra decided to spend it at Coney Island. She had tried to get her brother to come along, play hooky. But no, he "couldn't afford to miss a day of work." Pshh. Whatever. So Spyra went to the fun-park herself. It was the summer season and everything was open.
Families coursed through the area with little kids begging for tickets for rides and quarters for arcades. Teenagered couples in "love" wandered lazily, hands together with silly smiles that spoke of summer romances on their faces. Small gaggles of young preteen girls giggled together, telling secrets behind hands and blushing when they caught the eye of one of the cuter ride operators.
Spyra herself sat alone on a bench, just reveling in the day. As a writer, this place was heaven. So many people in one area and she was free to just sit and observe, taking mental notes on how they behaved and interacted. She was already getting tons of ideas, inspirations for her stories. Plus she had a corndog. And any day that involved a corndog was a good day in Spyra's book.
She bobbed her right leg, crossed over the left, and watched the one flip-flop hang loosely from her toes. A smile broke over her face and she took a bit of the corndog. Lifting her head up again, she shifted under the summer sun and set back to people-watching.
