Dance in the Full Moon

O, the Frailty of Memory

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

9.28

Sorry, I kinda dropped off the edge of the earth there. I really didn't want to write for some time. So I didn't. But that's not the point of this exercise, is it?

He licked the outside edge of the cone and swirled away all of the juicy bits. Good. Maybe he should take a bite from the center? No, not yet. Just wait and maybe he won't have to. Oops and a lick again faster now. Good. If this cone wasn't so troublesome, the icecream would stay in it better. It has this v-shaped slot and lick again or it will come pouring out the slot directs the icrecreammelt to a single spot and basically says "This is your one chance for deliverance. Run as fast as you can." Lick. Pause.
He looks at his brother's cone which is 3/4 gone already. He shouldn't have.

His cone drips onto his shirt. Mom won't be pleased.

Fudge ripple.

5 comments:

  1. Hahaha, cute! I love it. Also, this reminds me of a pudding/shirt situation that Ty found himself in a couple summers ago. You should ask him about it sometime. It's pretty amusing.

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  2. This may or may not have happened to me.

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  3. LIFE IMITATES ART OR MAYBE ART IMITATES LIFE.

    CAPITAL LETTERS.

    Why is it that you don't want to write about the same time I don't want to? Is it SUGAR?

    Or... something worse...

    Something... or someone?

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  4. Oh, I dunno. I am 9 posts short for the month. FAIL.

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  5. I was thinking Aunt Irma, maybe.

    I need to stop randomly lurching into betweenthelionsreferencesmouldersherlockworldsassygayfriendhideyourkidshotintheworm

    Too much.

    Oh, wait. That's also a reference.

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