Another one from StoryADay May. I was feeling whimsical and wanted something happier since most of what I’ve been writing has been depressing.
The breeze lifted wisps of red, curly hair and tickled her neck. The coffee tasted like a campfire in a good way, reminding her of all those summer nights in high school and bonfires. The sun setting at the end of the street, glinting off the building windows and shining in her eyes, was like a beacon leading her home. She was headed west. Sweat dripped down her back. She enjoyed sitting in that wicker chair surrounding by movement and life. The waiter took her change, and she got back in the car to continue on her road trip home.