Blue Moon

Fiction By Madeline // 7/14/2013

The sky was the color of the ice cream she held in her hand. The sun was beating down on her head of brown hair, and to move almost likened swimming. The humidity was thick, her tread was weary. The dessert melted over the edge of the cone, freckling her pale skin with blue. This, she thought, is what summer really is. Not cheerful picnics and boat rides, but sticky skin and hands to match, sweaty underarms, scabs that take forever to heal. Her hand graced the back of her neck as she pulled her wild mane into a frantic bun. It was a slight improvement.

She tilted her head to get a good lick in at the cone. Her undershirt was suctioned to her back. She wished that one of her family members had a pool she could drop into whenever she wanted. Or just some change left in the pocket of her plaid shorts to pay her way into a public one. But she'd bought a two-dollar ice cream, so there that had gone.

School would start in a few weeks. She found herself looking forward to it. Sophomore, she thought. Driving. Jobs. Crushes. Her mind stretched on to next summer, wondering where she'd be then. Probably working, with plenty of money to pay for all the cones and days of swimming she wanted. But possibly no time for those things, no time to stretch out with leisure, waiting for her skin to warm before she plunged into the silky deep. No time to savor her cone. She'd have to wolf it down in three bites to get to work in time.

Maybe she'd have a boyfriend. Who would he be? She wondered if they would've said I love you by then. Or if they'd be on-and-off, unsure of where they stood, desperate to love and be loved despite that. As of now, she could look at that scenario unbiased. But what then, she thought. Will I even remember this then?

There would always be days like these, she figured. And that was some small comfort. Years from now, whether she was in college or pregnant or staying inside to read, the sun would still beat down. Her ice cream cones would still melt faster than she could eat them. And she'd still be wondering where she'd be next year.


This is very nice, the last

This is very nice, the last paragraph especially! It's also very simple, which I enjoyed as well.

Flying Past Clouds | Sun, 07/14/2013

This is lovely :). It

This is lovely :). It reflects a lot of ideas that I've been thinking about lately. Growing up is such a bittersweet process, and I felt like you captured the mood really well. I love short and sweet little pieces like this!!!

E | Tue, 07/16/2013

"You were not meant to fit into a shallow box built by someone else." -J. Raymond


I enjoyed this. If Apricotpie had a voting system, this would have earned my upvote.

a | Wed, 07/17/2013

Thank you guys so very much!

Thank you guys so very much! :) Y'all are so kind.

Flying Past Clouds--Thank you. :D For taking the time to read this, AND commenting!

Erin--Thank you as well! It is bittersweet, isn't it? ;P There are so many fun moments and new freedoms, yet more responsibility...anyway, I'm glad this captured that! I really appreciate it.

Leinad--Aw, well, thank you! That's so nice of you to say! :)

So--on a random note--have any of you guys had blue moon ice cream??? (Random, I know! LOL!) This was kind of what it was based around, so I wondered. :D

Madeline | Thu, 07/18/2013

everything was better when/you would call and I'd be like/yeah babe, no way

No ma'am, I have not. I'm an

No ma'am, I have not. I'm an ice cream traditionalist.

E | Thu, 07/18/2013

"You were not meant to fit into a shallow box built by someone else." -J. Raymond


Agreed, I'd totally vote for this! It is really, really, really good! The descriptions are so vivid and I felt in the moment, I felt like I could actually be there with her... This is FABULOUS! I have no critiques because this was perfect!
Truly perfect and lovely!

Kassady | Sat, 07/20/2013

"Here's looking at you, Kid"
Write On!


Descriptions were specific and clear, and it was almost like I was there with sweaty hair. And it is a nice musing of how most people, like me feel about the years which just fly so quickly. It's a challenge to spend each moment here living wisely.

Lucy Anne | Sun, 07/21/2013

"It is not the length of life, but the depth of life." Ralph Waldo Emerson


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