The Ice

She drank the coffee quickly. Then she waited. When the ice melted down a bit she drank the watery coffee flavored runoff – ahh. The ice melt was the best part. She sucked noisily on the straw, hoping for one more drop of weak coffee water. Frustrated, she took the lid off the cup and crunched into the coffee imbued chunks of ice.

The guy at the next table glared at . . .

Please leave a comment with your first 50 words on the topic “the ice.”


Author: Virginia DeBolt

Writer and teacher who writes blogs about web education, writing practice, and pop culture.

2 thoughts on “The Ice”

  1. In 1977, the weather was so frigid it froze large sections of the Chesapeake Bay. The water froze not in smooth, icy sheets, but in wave-like patterns, rough and dangerous looking. Out in the shipping lane, the ice was eight inches thick and ice breakers were brought in to help the oil barges get through. I watched people walk out onto the ice. The most daring drove their cars onto the frozen surface. Being five months pregnant, I prudently stayed on the shore and just let the scene etch deep into my memory.

  2. It was hot, and Ronnie’s Rottweiler was having a fun time trying to retrieve the ice she had placed in his water bowl. The more he tried, the less he was able to bite down on it, but his insistence paid off when he tipped the bowl with his right paw causing the water along with the ice to spill onto the grass. In one swift move, he grabbed it and began chomping on it as if saying, “I’m so smart that I was able to figure it out!”

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