Scorching- The first Lick of Summer
The group of children waited impatiently for it to come, sitting on the hard, hot, dusty pavement; their money burning a hole in their pockets as the unforgiving, blazing sun beat down from a cloudless sky, burning their fair unprotected skin, as this was the first day of many without T shirts.
There was not an ounce of shade and not enough energy to play ‘It’; even walking to the local shop to spend the money on fizzy drinks or ice cream was an effort as the air was still, just like the children sitting on the pavement- waiting, watching, hoping . .
But there was excitement in the air as one scruffy boy looked at his watch, the big hand slowly but surely reaching the 12 as the little hand struck the 4 and there it was, that precious sound that most grownups found more than annoying.
The road seemed long and endless but sure enough the noise came closer and closer as the children all stood at once, reaching into their pockets and pulling out hot, sweaty coins so precious to them in this extraordinary heat wave.
The newspapers were full of doom and gloom of water shortages with the impending summer drought with screaming headlines of crops failing, gardens wilting and paddling pools standing empty, but the sound of the ice cream van made the unbearable heat worthwhile as the children all clamoured eagerly around the van, wanting that first lick of their Fab ice lolly; this was heaven and as the sweat trickled down their forehead’s, they all smiled happily at that first lick of summer.