The woman as mundane as the bench she sits on, has a newspaper sprawled out on her lap yet she isn't reading it.
A scruffy man mid 40's, holding an old beat up cane, the smell of peppermint tobacco invading her nose as he slowly limps by.
The woman watches a child pass by, staring at the man, her lack of attention causes her hot chocolate to shake burning the flesh it lands on.
Her beautifully luscious curls bouncing up and down with each step she takes, as the hot pink bow holds it from letting the wind blow it into her precious blue eyes.
Her eyes open wide with a twinkle of happiness , her lips chocolate stained forms a smile, the delicious smell of pink sugary goodness fills her nostrils.
She's almost there, ignoring the cackles and stares pointed in her direction each step is a mission to reach the mysterious cloud awaiting her touch.
She could almost taste the gooey goodness oozing into her mouth and disintegrating as the sugar melts all her worries away.
But the further she ventures the quick and determined steps of her parents are not too far behind.
The further away he carried her the small cries of despair began to slowly fade away.
The putrid smell of grease and meat filled her nostrils, followed by the sight of a hot dog stand strolling by.