I Scream for Ice Cream

The liquid drips down as the girl struggles to contain it in her mouth. Just the look of the soft pink delicacy was enough to make me salivate. Behind her winded a long line, to the corner of the sidewalk. I turned to watch her walk. Her concentration was not on where she was heading, but on the jewel in her hands. The bright sun shone down on her, causing shrinkage of her prized possession. Her teeth mashed into the already melted substance. I could see the flurry of pink in her mouth, turning in circles like a washing machine. The girl chewed as if she had all the time in the world. She desired to enjoy every single bite she could. When she swallowed, the contractions of her pharynx were very distinct. When at last she was done, she took the remaining drops and poured it down her throat like a dehydrated man who had not seen water in days. Then she broke into a wide and satisfied grin. Her happiness in that moment resided in such a simple thing.

9/8/08