Blarg #2 200 Word Story

It's late fall and it's just starting to get a little brisk outside, so I slip on my only jacket which seems suited to the temperature and venture outside my house. I start walking down the path behind my house, it looks rather good with all the orange and gold leaves sprinkled about, one might even say it's beautiful. I continue down the path noting all the deciduous trees, who's needles stay right in place while those around them seem to fall apart with the wind. As it is a bit chilly I slip my hands up into their respective pockets and close my fingers around a handful of coins, I pull them out and upon inspection discover I have rediscovered eight dollars in toonies and loonies that I must have left there many months ago. I decide to change course from Research Park to Market Mall, or more importantly, the nearest Starbucks. I march my way through the leaves of the un-swept pathways, past another park, and then once clear of trees I crossed an overpass to the mall. Once inside I bee lined for the Starbucks nearest me, and after waiting in line for a short while I ordered myself a tall mocha cookie crumble frappuccino and too my delight, discovered that you could also get a full cup of whipped cream, entirely for free! This was an offer I couldn't resist so I also ordered a tall cup of their delicious chocolate whipped cream, and then took a bench seat to wait for my order. There were two men beside me who looked to be in their early forties discussing evolution, the extinction of the dinosaurs (more specifically how it was in fact the dust shot into the atmosphere from the impact of a large meteorite which blocked out the sun and which led to their demise), and the effects of overspecialisation of certain species and how that has effected their longevity. Unfortunately all too soon my order was called and I stepped up, took my two (if it can be called two) drinks, and almost entirely uneventfully made the trip home, with the frost of the evening only finding its way to my ears.

Based on a true story, very uneventful, but almost true.