The Yellow Jeep With Black Stripes

Sentence: Tub had been waiting for an hour in the falling snow.

Waiting there, aimlessly, nowhere to go. Where are his parents? Nobody knows. Does he? Shivering, pacing, and trying to swipe the snow off his brand new shoes. Tick tock. Time goes as fast a snail can travel across the world. Cars go by and yet the yellow jeep with black stripes is not one of them. The snow comes down softly, yet it hit his skin like a burn from a trampoline. Tub watches every flake as it flies past his face by the 60 mph breeze. The wind is carrying leaves and soft bristles from the trees whipping him in the face, as he stands their waiting for someone to pick him up. He spots a car, making its way up the windy road down below, he looks down with his eyes open wide. Is it his car? No. He walks away, not looking back, mad at the world. Why doesn’t anyone care about me? Why won’t they give me a cell phone? A million questions are going on in his head right now. Angry and confused, his cheeks begin to turn bright red; the color of a fly just being stepped on by a 6-foot size shoe. Black stripes appeared out of nowhere. They came around the bend as if they had been waiting for the right time to approach. Tub calmed down. He was no longer stuck in the middle of powdered ice. He was in a safe car ready to go home and snuggle in his bed with foot warmers nestled inside his socks.