I Scream; You Scream

Write Club Prompt #84

Nothing hits like a chocolate cone with sprinkles from the Mister Softee truck. The rich sweetness of the ice cream paired with the harsh diesel fumes and loud generatoris the pinnacle ice cream experience. It’s youth and summer. It’s tradition. It’s a reminder that the very best requires a total sensory experience. That the beauty of ice cream is as a treat. Often denied by adults but on occaison the indulgence it permitted, even encouraged, and those rare days will be seared into the memory.

Now as an adult I don’t always buy myself ice cream when I hear that song playing. But I do always think about it and remember those days playing at the park. Riding bikes and hoping this time that one of my parents remembered to bring their wallet.