My quivering tongue extends while my hand moves in unison to bring the heavy sphere to my mouth. At first touch saliva gushes as the chocolatey goodness is brought back to be swallowed. The cool lick slithers down the long, dark tube of my throat and settles with a satisfied thump at the bottom of my belly.
I hesitate as a passing car blasts a bodyshifting honk. The slight shift results in a cold, slow river rolling down the handle of the cone and pooling in the crevice of my hand. I rub the captured melt water on the rough bark of a beaten picnic table, utilizing the darkened carved-in words to grasp and hold my unwanted goo. The hot sun reminds me of a need to hurry.
One after another the frozen ice cream melts its way down until the round ball of a scoop has been deflated and remains wrapped in the sugar coated cone. The warm, sweet smell wafts from the shell, inviting to be eaten.
The hard break and crunch contrasts the partially melted and soft ice cream. The combination of such opposites creates a glorious match. A cool breeze plays with the strands of my bangs and I wollow in the bliss of the moment. An overpowering feeling of contentment flows through my body with every pulse. My lips hint a smile and my eyes crunch up, partially from the blaze of the sun and partially from the contagious joy a warm summer's day brings.
Seconds later and all I am left with is a sticky ooze that needs to be licked from my hands. Now I am confused from a sense of satisfaction but a want of more.
I hesitate as a passing car blasts a bodyshifting honk. The slight shift results in a cold, slow river rolling down the handle of the cone and pooling in the crevice of my hand. I rub the captured melt water on the rough bark of a beaten picnic table, utilizing the darkened carved-in words to grasp and hold my unwanted goo. The hot sun reminds me of a need to hurry.
One after another the frozen ice cream melts its way down until the round ball of a scoop has been deflated and remains wrapped in the sugar coated cone. The warm, sweet smell wafts from the shell, inviting to be eaten.
The hard break and crunch contrasts the partially melted and soft ice cream. The combination of such opposites creates a glorious match. A cool breeze plays with the strands of my bangs and I wollow in the bliss of the moment. An overpowering feeling of contentment flows through my body with every pulse. My lips hint a smile and my eyes crunch up, partially from the blaze of the sun and partially from the contagious joy a warm summer's day brings.
Seconds later and all I am left with is a sticky ooze that needs to be licked from my hands. Now I am confused from a sense of satisfaction but a want of more.
