"Old Memories"
“Velvet! Hurry hurry, we’ll miss the ice cream truck”
“I'm coming, I'm coming, Ophelia!!”
The soft melody of the Ice cream truck music could be heard as two little girls ran down the hill where they had stood. One had her hair braided and the other in pigtails.They were wearing matching flower dresses. The tallest girl’s dress was purple. The other wore a pastel yellow. Running down as fast as they could without tripping each carried 3 dollars in hand.
“I want a vanilla cone!” the one in yellow said, ”What about you Ophelia?”
“Chocolate obviously, dummy,” Ophelia, the one in purple, responded.
Just barely reaching the truck before it took off again they each purchased a soft serve cone with their preferred flavor. They walked back up the hill devouring the cones carefully so as to not soil their dresses. Each happily enjoying their ice cream on such a hot day. Velvet and Ophelia, friends since diapers both 7 years of age.
“Hey Velvet, wanna come over to my house after this?” Ophelia asked.
“Yeah sure! You gotta ask my mama though,” Velvet responded excitedly.
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Begrudgingly the girl started to get out of bed, it had been a while since she'd had such refreshing sleep. Sadly duty called and she really needed to finish those 5 paintings she’d been commissioned for 3 months ago. Stretching, she started to walk towards the bathroom. Stumbling along the way but refusing to turn on the light and burn her eyes, she'd do that later.
Making her way to the bathroom was a tad difficult with the fact that her eyes refused to stay open. Sighing in defeat she turned in the light, she was gonna have to at one point or another. Looking up she saw her reflection, she was a mess. Her long pink hair was a tangled, jumbled mess and she had drool coming out of her mouth. Yep, today was a shower day. She picked up her toothbrush and turned on the faucet. Brushing her teeth she started thinking about the dream. It had been a while since she had last dreamt of anything related to her childhood. It had been 3 years since Ophelia had left. Was she happy wherever she was now?
Spitting into the sink, she rinsed her mouth, and undressed. She’d leave thinking about lost friends and old memories later, what she needed now was a bath. With that she closed her door and got into her shower.