Descriptive writing
by Giovanni Lorusso
There he was in the shadowy center of this football field of grass in Bryant park. All alone with these green metal chairs surrounding him like the great wall of china impossible to infiltrate. A deep
moat has formed from the rain surrounding him in a castle. He had fluffy white hair that transformed into gold every time the sun emerged along with a manly white bushy mustache that seemed rougher than the bristles on a sanitation street sweeper truck. He has his bottom in one chair with his arms crossed hugging himself wearing a black wall street suit, white button down, black tie, black long pants and black shiny shoes. While his legs are crossed placed on another chair causing his pants to rise up and reveal his long green socks. The mans head was deeply tucked into his chest so still and undisturbed with all the commotion of New York City around. He did not move I thought for sure he was dead, until this beam of light from the sky shined strong enough through his concrete eye lids he had awaken! Stands up immediate to look at the time, takes one step and looses his balance unwrinkled his pants and limps of into the crowed.
A special area for a casual date maybe, multiple tables and chairs arranged in a circle. Only she was alone sitting down with this iron board posture, legs crossed, very elegant . She had long braided thick brown hair, green olive eyes and red rose painted lips. She kept warm from the random cold breeze with this green grandma sweater with chestnut size buttons, black leggings that made her curves pop, blue socks to match her Cinderella blue shoes. In the background you could hear a piano playing a smooth melody, she is tapping her foot to the music. On her table there was a blue plastic food container, purple gym water bottle and bright shinny silver fork. With her right hand she grips the fork attacking her dish, spinning and spinning the fork until it is concealed. She slurps the spaghetti string into her mouth and immediately closes her eyes, fingers curl , cheeks are bursting, her pony tail begins to swing around. Lifting the plate in the air licking all the leftover juices, wipes the folk clean with her tongue nodding her head to the music.
Long legs don’t fit under the table, arms long enough to touch the ground sitting on a chair, black frizzy hair, long black sideburns, bushy brown eyebrows. He had a strong chiseled chin, long pointy nose, big dark brown eyes, The type of shirt all business men have light blue button down tucked into black pants and shiny black shoes. Slouching in the chair as if he was melting from the heat taking multiple selfies smiling so much there was a glare from his white teeth bouncing off and making kissing faces puckering up like a duck. Sitting under shade given from a tree, breezy air moving the leaves are dropping some left over rain drops on his head. A chipotle bag with garbage inside sitting on the table, he wipes his mouth and crumbles it up to throw it in. He has two hands on his iPhone, eyes glued to the screen, digging his shoes into the ground moving the gravel rocks around. Takes off his iPhone headphones rolling them up putting them in his pocket, next step he takes he scratches his rocket. Picks up and leaves without a trace two girls come take his place.
The ground was shaking from the stampede of people in Bryant park. A gust of wind that brushed up against his long chubby neck. The smell of crummy hot dogs, poisonous car exhaust, and fresh cut grass was in the air. He had a buff fluffy gray chest with a dangerous thug walk hobbling around like a pirate along with these two long spaghetti red legs. The most threatening was its long sharp black beak pecking away at the concrete for crumbs only the characters in the movie “Honey, I shrunk the kids” could see. Popeye thick wings like he ate lots of spinach, feather on top of feather to keep him snug The face was blue, black, green and purple, eyes were mandarin orange, long black feathery tail dragging on the ground. Eyes beaming seeking sustenance making sounds such as “C-oo-OO-oo-oh”. The pigeon rapidly charges the open road spreading his wings and takes off into the heavens.
