Darcy stood on a small rise of land, just above the park, surveying the activities below her. Picnic tables were everywhere, and people bustled like ants between them, spreading tablecloths, plates, silverware and platters of tinfoil covered food. The bright summer sun made her blonde hair shine like a halo above her head, and the white mini dress she wore gave her an almost angelic appearance.
She was meant to be down there helping, but rarely did Darcy do tasks that anyone, especially her mother, assigned to her.
Instead, she studied the ants, looking for one specific insect. Scanning the growing pile of them, hurrying back and forth. He'd mentioned in class, the last day before summer break, that he'd be attending the Blistering Summer Picnic with his family, and she'd made a note to not absent herself this year from the event.
Normally she couldn't be bothered with attending, there were far too many other stimulating activities she could find. But this year was different; she and Mr. D had this weird, flirty thing going on in Psych class and it mattered little to Darcy that her mom and Mr. D's wife were book club friends. Once that part of her brain lit up, count on all hell breaking loose, with Darcy at the center, creating the hell.
Darcy's path was different than her siblings; community college (hence her class with Mr. D), with a job answering the phone at the town's only new car dealer. The owner, another of her male conquests.
"Aha." Spying his car pull into the parking lot. "There you are, Mr. D." She pinpointed him, wearing a light blue t-shirt and jeans, alighting from the car, wife and kiddies following behind like lemmings.
A quick adjustment of the dress and she was off, down the hill and on her way to join the worker ants.
It took very little time for her to hone in on where he stood, talking with a group of other dads. Any one of whom would be happy to take Darcy behind the pavilion and rail her silly, given the appreciative glances thrown her way as she walked past.
