All, doing a 5 minute freewrite. Thank you for reading.
It was a sweltering summer day in the small town of Oakwood, Georgia. The sun beat down on the streets, making the asphalt hot to the touch. The only relief from the heat was a cold glass of sweet tea.
Abigail sat on her porch, sipping on her favorite drink. She had just finished her chores for the day and was taking a well-deserved break. As she closed her eyes, letting the warmth of the sun wash over her, she heard a familiar voice.
'Abby, you got any more of that sweet tea?' It was her neighbor, Mrs. Jenkins. She lived across the street and was known for her love of gossip and sweet tea.
'Of course, come on over,' Abigail called back, smiling as she saw Mrs. Jenkins make her way over. As they sat on the porch swing, sipping on their sweet tea, Mrs. Jenkins began to tell Abigail about the latest town drama.
But as Abigail listened, her mind wandered to memories of her grandmother. She was the one who had taught her how to make the perfect batch of sweet tea. Every summer, they would sit on the porch, sipping on their tea and talking about life.
Abigail realized that sweet tea wasn't just a refreshing drink on a hot day, it was a symbol of the love and connection she had with her family and neighbors. And as she poured another glass for Mrs. Jenkins, she couldn't help but feel grateful for the simple joys in life.
