Post by Amanda Sparrow on Aug 31, 2011 16:33:02 GMT -5
Amanda giggled as she fled down the boardwalk, the white confectioner's sugar streaming off the stolen funnel cake and covering the front already dirty cotton dress. She'd jump in the ocean later to clean off the evidence, but right now, her bare feet slapped carelessly against the boardwalk's wooden planks as she clung to her prize. it was high noon, and people flooded the boardwalk's eateries for lunch, meaning she could slip through the crowds just as easily as if she were flitting through a canopy of trees. She normally hated crowds, but when she flung all caution and societal courtesy to the wind, they served their purpose. Pushing and shoving at people, she made quite a scene for about fifteen minutes before slowing her pace to blend in with the crowds better and doubling back on the other side of the boardwalk, weaving a bit less conspicuously toward some stair down to the beach to disappear into the cool shade beneath the path and enjoy her stolen treat. Direct sugar would keep her going for a while, and she loved funnel cakes.
She really loved any kind of food, but the sweet and oily tourist foods were always the best.
She started to pick her way down the stairs, pretty certain that her pursuers had given up by now. Thievery wasn't unheard-of in this town, although so blatant a thief was unusual. Amanda didn't care, though. She trusted her feet, as much as she hated them and the fact that they were so soft and inflexible. They were supporting, though, and strong, and carried her much farther than hopping around on tiny talons did...
Regardless, she had her prize. She pulled a big greasy chunk from it and stuffed it in her mouth grotesquely, savoring the delicious sugar.
She really loved any kind of food, but the sweet and oily tourist foods were always the best.
She started to pick her way down the stairs, pretty certain that her pursuers had given up by now. Thievery wasn't unheard-of in this town, although so blatant a thief was unusual. Amanda didn't care, though. She trusted her feet, as much as she hated them and the fact that they were so soft and inflexible. They were supporting, though, and strong, and carried her much farther than hopping around on tiny talons did...
Regardless, she had her prize. She pulled a big greasy chunk from it and stuffed it in her mouth grotesquely, savoring the delicious sugar.
