It came down in shimmering waves, the dog days sun. Cousins, we lay in shaded grass by a languid pond, reverie spiriting us to faraway realms. And when dusk eased the fever, we laughed as the juice of ripe watermelon ran cool and sweet from our lips through sticky fingers.
Nick Young is a retired award-winning CBS News Correspondent. In addition to 50-Word Stories, his writing has appeared in more than two dozen publications including the Pennsylvania Literary Journal, The Garland Lake Review, The Remington Review, The San Antonio Review, The Best of CaféLit 11 and Vols. I and II of the Writer Shed Stories anthologies. He lives outside Chicago.
Lovely! Delicious summertime. I could taste that watermelon.
Thank you.
Nice… I can feel the scene :)
Thanks.
I’m glad I have watermelon in the fridge. For some reason I crave it now.
Enjoy — and thanks.
I can picture this scene…and taste that watermelon. Lovely!
Very kind. Thank you
“Languid” is such a good word!
Your writing brought back vivid memories of childhood days spent with friends on their watermelon farm. Thank you for the experience!
My thanks.
This one made me smile! Wonderful!
Thanks very much
I come from a village in northern Iran, where one of my most wonderful childhood hobbies was going to watermelon farms with a friend to pick warm watermelons which we broke by hitting on stones and devoured!
Nice work, Nick, as always.
Thank you, Jim.