The word, "Costume", unedited writing practice (taste, touch, sight, sound, smell, movement, body sensations), 10 minutes, go!...
He wore his smile like a costume. Ready to have fun if it killed him. The corners of his upturned mouth like painted-on clown lips. The smell of fresh, just-out-of-the-oven
Geno's pizza rolls hit his nose whereby it felt like it would grow to a clown size and explode. He hid his raging appetite in small talk and large nods of his baseball-cap covered head. He slithered toward the white plastic covered snack table under cover of self-controlled calm. Celery clothed in ranch dip felt the grip of his hand. Creaminess draped over his taste buds like a cool salve. Crunch vibrated his jaw and skull-an unseen earthquake of gastronomic delight.
He wore his smile like a costume. Ready to have fun if it killed him. The corners of his upturned mouth like painted-on clown lips. The smell of fresh, just-out-of-the-oven
Geno's pizza rolls hit his nose whereby it felt like it would grow to a clown size and explode. He hid his raging appetite in small talk and large nods of his baseball-cap covered head. He slithered toward the white plastic covered snack table under cover of self-controlled calm. Celery clothed in ranch dip felt the grip of his hand. Creaminess draped over his taste buds like a cool salve. Crunch vibrated his jaw and skull-an unseen earthquake of gastronomic delight.