Descriptive Essay : My Bright Gold Banger Of A Car
As the door opens to his newly decorated flat, the spices of Jerk Chicken and garlic tingles the hairs inside my pixie-like nose. Followed by falsified kisses I am invited in and the intoxicating aroma is as potent as walking into a department store where the shop assistant marks her territory with the new Eau de toilette.
I follow Derrick as he heads to the kitchen, where he blends the finest ingredients to make me a Bee’s Knee’s cocktail.
“Can you grab the playing cards from over on the far side of the bookshelf and we can have a game of Rummy whilst dinner is cooking” he suggests. I oblige, as a game of cards to break the ice was discussed a few nights before.
It shouldn’t have shocked me to be honest, but to my amusement, not only do I find the pack of ‘52’ regular playing cards, but also a pack of Karma Sutra cards along with other non-spoken about objects.
— However, going back to the cards…
I bet you can’t guess which ones I left on the shelf!
Now shuffling the deck of 52 cards, sat in front a large sun bleached rustic oak table, I gaze at the lime scented candle dribbling hot wax down the neck of its multi-coloured wax predecessors showing that this is not the first candle claiming its…