The Kentucky Fried Chicken Original Writing

There I was, stumbling by dint of the lashing wet, windy weather on my way back from the Kentucky Fried Chicken after purchasing a large bucket of red jungle fowl at a great expense. As I passed the local bakery, the delicious smell of freshly baked kale filled my nostrils, which was soon to be replaced by cooking oil from the lean and chips shop next door. My stomach felt sickly with the combined aromas, exactly lengthy queues in both stores indicated that not everyone had the same opinion as I did about the smell.I noticed a black foot in a spotlight of colourful neon lights on the billet of the kerb shuffling around in the breeze like a newborn baby. Unsure of the contents, I panicked. My eyes gazed at the streetlights that glistened like a Christmas tree. They were reflected in the shop windows that displayed mouth-watering cakes, bread, groceries, a variety of continental fruits and vegetables, as well as colourful fashionable clothes.On the corner of the road, thither wa s a brightly lit car showroom full of glistering new Mercedes, which drew me to the window. As I gazed enviously through the window, I was startled by the deafening wail of a siren which had grungy flashing lights rotating rapidly on top of a huge cherry vehicle that raced past me.Car horns beeped, windscreen wipers swishing back and forth, as cars intensify above the speed limit the drivers and their passengers all had the same thought in mind getting home from this dreadful weather. Traffic built up and ground to a standstill as the traffic lights appeared to have a malfunction, causing major delays. Engines revved with impatience. I witnessed two drivers exchanging furious words oer a parking s curtilage, while passengers waited patiently for their local bus to put one across them home. Some pedestrians got splashed with dirty water as thoughtless drivers sped through puddles.Commuters appeared from nowhere as if there had been a riot in the area. I realized as I heedd the mournful sound of the inform horn coming from the station close to home that this was the reason for this impertinent mass of people. Some people were running desperately for shelter, as they were inadequately dressed for the inclement weather.An old drunken man, dressed in rough, harry clothes, staggered along the street. He approached an apprehensive passer-by I had seen earlier on in the vicinity requesting spare change. I did not wait to hear the passer-bys response as my clothes were completely drenched from the rain down. The relentless rain pelted down heavily, so I decided to pick up the pace because I could smell the sweet spices of chicken wafting from the chicken bucket I carried, which probably began to get cold. I remembered that my mother was waiting for her meal and I was feeling quite peckish myself.As I approached a narrow, non-white alleyway, I was striving through the sharp, cold, icy, wind beating against my face. An enormous lay of thunder quickly followed with a strike of lightning from the heavens. I dropped the bucket of chicken in tutelage into a pool of mud. A sensation of fear and panic tingled through my body and my heart skipped a beat. I comprehend a dog barking continuously from a neighbouring garden over a red brick wall. I picked up my bucket, checked to see what state it was in, in discovering that the contents were still in good condition, I continued on my journey.The anxiety and fear I had experienced earlier had disappeared within me and alter to happiness and warmth, as I drew nearer to my home. I sighed with ministration and jingled my samaras with delight at the front door to my house. I turned my key in the lock, and the door swung open, revealing my Mothers angry face. I had delayed her dinner party