ice cream summer by Angela Thomas it's the feeling of when the ice cream truck pulls away, after running down the street after them, waving your arms and flailing for his attention only to see a glance in the side mirror, and the truck creep to a stop. feet still pounding the pavement to catch up. breathless at the window and grinning like garfield, "single vanilla cone, rainbow sprinkles." the ice cream falls into the cone perfectly, little ripples cascading up to the peak. and before i know it, it's in my hands. i close my eyes and bring my mouth to the edge, scooping off a few sprinkles with my tongue. jump back. my exposed foot is suddenly cold. a puddle of creamed milk, refined sugar, and disappointment pooling around my toes. tears well up and shine in the summer sun. the carnage remains, melting, slowly spreading farther along the concrete, colors bleeding together. 04/08/2010 Posted on 04/08/2010 Copyright © 2024 Angela Thomas Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)