Sweet, juicy strawberries
The warm sunny rays hit his face
The prickly feathers
the warm summer air smelled of freshly cut grass
cinnamon-scented candle reminded of the Big Red gum my father chewed
the flashing blue lights from the police cruiser lit up our dark house
Sour lemonade
The television buzzed as it shut off
The walls shook and vibrated
The cracking of wood splitting punctuated each burst of fire
Dark green of rolling pastures
the slivered moon sat in the sky
She felt butterflies in her stomach
the baking cake filled the kitchen with aroma of vanilla
salty chips
