#melaniegilbert

[rosiebutler]

closed starter for @melaniegilbert​

    there’s a myriad of reasons for sid to be cranky right now.  the sun’s being a bitch today  &. glares at them in disdain,  sweat pools on her nose,  she's hanging out for this coffee date, but most of all:  they’ve been stuck at the pedestrian island for at least fifteen minutes with no sign of the glowing green man.   only,  sid’s not mad:   because her friend wears the same frustrated face.  now,  to sid,  it’s funny.  “  okay,  this is ridiculous now,  “     sid throws her hands out to the cars,  deciding its their turn.  there’s obviously something wrong with the pedestrian crossing...  how long are they supposed to stand there?  until sun stroke takes em down?  no thank you.   “ c’mon my darling !  “   one palm’s held at ninety degree angle telling traffic to stop ,  the other is held out for mel to grab,  slowing her jog so she might catch up.

[spencerwyatt]

A STARTER FOR: @melaniegilbert​ WHERE: the maricopia fair WHEN: daylight hours

       He’d seen her, not far ahead, that with such long strides it hadn’t taken long to reach her. When Spencer was finally beside her, a large grin overtaking his features, his right arm came swooping around her shoulders, pulling her to his side, while his left dangled a mixed bag of blue and pink cotton candy in front of them, “Want some?” He sure as hell didn’t, he’d just won the bag during one of those little duck fishing games and didn’t really know what to do with it. Wyatt wasn’t much of a waster, but he’d throw the damn bag out if it came down to it. “Apparently it’s tasty.”

[owencartwright]

WHO? ⇢ @melaniegilbert​​​​​

WHERE? ⇢ maricopia county fair, downtown phoenix.

WHEN? ⇢  friday july 23rd, 2021, approximately 7:00pm.

               Owen had witnessed her gobble up the fried dough with jelly and powdered sugar on top ── something that sparked his interest with the idea of obtaining another one himself crossed his mind. The truck had only came to town once in a blue moon and the fella could eat. Then again, maybe the woman just had impeccable placement, but with the line to the amusement faire that jolted someone around back and forth wrapped around the corner and she just happened to be near the corner of it, he wondered if she just had a strong stomach or she believed she could just make it through. “You’re a brave one.” Owen commented upon finding himself next to the shorter woman, making small talk. “I’d be losing that frijo the second we twist right──” His comment came as he stretched his arms and craned his neck to the side, a series of light clicks punctuating the movement.