The Clock Strucks Danger

Don't Sell Ice Creams

A case of mainstream psychotics\Kriminal kids.

The following story is written in third person. Do you like ice cream ?

Old uncle Joe drove his yellow ice cream van into Fairview lane, which was a rather posh part of the city. Beautiful villas were lined up in rows on both sides and there were are lot of trees providing relief from the hot summer afternoon. The residents were mostly lawyers or doctors and the kids were little snobby brats. Uncle Joe knew income would be high in this area.

He honked a couple of times and looked out of the window eagerly. There were a group of kids playing softball, who, upon hearing the familiar horn rushed gleefully upto the ice cream van. Old uncle Joe smiled at the army of kids who were now gazing intently upon his ice cream list, which was stuck to the door. There were around ten, he calculated roughly.

"Do you see anything you like, kids ?" He asked amiably.

"I would like coconut pistachio please" Piqued one little boy in a very proper and clipped accent. The fact that he went to a private school was evident. Old uncle Joe nodded and scooped his choice of ice cream into a little plastic cup and handed it over to the boy. The boy fished out a crisp note from his shirt pocket and paid him.

"I want the banana sundae !" Said another boy, while pointing towards the list.

"One rainbow chigly wigly please !" Announced a little girl in dark pigtails.

"The cola candy !"

"KitKat ice cream please !"

Old uncle Joe took each little kid's orders and handed them the plastic cups filled with heavenly ice cream scoops. He had gained a tidy profit and felt very satisfied with himself indeed.

The happy chattering of the kids as they enjoyed their ice creams brought a smile to old uncle Joe's face. He decided to sit down on the pavement for a minute and bask in their innocence. The atmosphere was heavy with humidity. He wiped sweat off his brows.

Just then, he felt a small hand tap his shoulder.

"Excuse me, sir ?" A sweet young voice called out. He turned to see that it was a pretty little girl wearing a nice red frock. She had a red ribbon on her hair. Her bouncing ponytail looked very cute.

"Yes, kid ?" He glowered at her.

"I would like an ice cream" Replied the girl, somewhat timidly.

"I have loads, dear !". Old uncle Joe took her hand and lead her towards the van. Pointing towards the list, he asked her to select what she wanted. She nodded at him and examined the list. Her eyes skimmed through each item but it seemed that she could not make up her mind.

All the other kids, by now, had gone off to the ground and resumed their softball game. The lane was quiet, calm and serene. There were no car honks, busy parents or catty neighbours. Everyone were enjoying their afternoon nap.

Old uncle Joe tapped his feet impatiently as he checked his watch. It had been fifteen minutes but the kid was still there. He looked at her innocent angelic face.

" I think I want the orange stick !" She said finally and looked up at him with a beautiful smile.

Old uncle Joe nodded and handed her the juicy ice lolly. He was meaning to leave now but, to his surprise, the little girl went straight up to his driver's seat and plopped down.

She sucked her orange stick hard. Uncle Joe stared at her.

"How do you keep these so cold ?" She asked.

"Well, sweet thing, I have a storage freezer where I keep the refills so whenever I run out of ice creams out front I can go and bring up the new ice cream boxes" he smiled at her.

"Can you show it to me?" She took a bite of the ice cream and sloshed it around her mouth. The orange juice stained her lips, giving them a lush orangish twinge. She fixed her steely gaze at old uncle Joe. He stared right back at her and gulped.

"Yes, little flower. I will show it to you". Once again, he held her hand. He took her inside the large van. The inside of the van was nothing out of ordinary. A change box was kept on one of the seats, few magazines with pictures of beautiful women on the cover lay scattered here there and, of course, there was the huge white freezer.

He lead her right up to it. " Do you want to see how it looks from inside, pretty cupcake ?" He asked the girl. She nodded enthusiastically.

He smiled creepily and unlocked the freezer. Cold air gushed out of it. There were frozen ice on the sides and the bottom. A few ice cream boxes lay inside. The little girl peeped in.

"Is it very big, sir ?" She asked him innocently.

"Yes it is very big, baby girl" He commented with a big smile.

"Is it big enough for YOU then !!" She screamed and shoved him hard towards the box. Uncle Joe was taken aback with surprise. His weak old knees banged the sides of the freezer and he bent over in pain. His torso was half way in the freezer. The little girl pushed his legs over the rim of the big cold box and rammed the lid down. It shut with the click of an automatic lock. He pounded the walls of freezer voilently and screamed but his pleas could not be heard by anyone. They were muffled by the heavy layer of ice surrounding him and the thick lid of the freezer.

Satisfied, the little girl finished her orange ice cream and threw away the stick before walking home cheerfully.