an ice cream crisis

what does one do with a melted ice cream?

It starts how it usually does- alone in an empty ice cream parlour. There is no glamorous big idea, one with the great potential to be everything. No, its just a little girl on her own, trying to rebel against life with a double scoop ice cream that is far too sugary for any sane human being.

She feels as if there should be something though, why isn’t there? Isn’t she inspired enough? Maybe there’s a certain set of circumstances she needs to trigger for it. But then what could those be? Isn’t this how it usually starts? Even the author writing her story says so. Along with all of media ever. Then why isn’t there something?

Well, she never reaches the answer. She thinks and researches and wonders, ice creaming melting off to the side with the horrid flavours blending. It must feel even more horrid to her, to have the looming trees outside laughing. Swaying in the wind as giggling at her. There must something they know that she doesn’t.

In the end, as it is the end, the ice cream melts and rots. The worker glares at her from behind the counter and the day continues on. She has to leave. The world hasn’t changed a bit and she has to return to this thing they call life. As the sugary paper cup is thrown into the bin she realises there never was something. Should there have been? Who is she to even ask that?

There wasn’t- and that was the end of that.

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