A simple farmer receives a horse from the gods, a man sells ice creams named after missing schoolkids, the demolition of a hotel brings an old horror to light, a wounded soldier finds the real enemy is in his own camp, a family inherits a peculiar r...
It's true. Just the sight of an ice cream cone makes me break out into a cold sweat. Watching someone eat one? Torture. When an ice cream ad comes on the TV I have to leave the room. Just hearing a freezer door crack open sets my heart racing in my chest.
Don't get me wrong. I used to love ice cream. The sensation of a waffle cone crumbling in my mouth, its lode of rich vanilla hiding inside. Waiting for the top to melt just a little - then that first bite into the sweet cloudy softness to find pieces of butterscotch hidden like gems. The electric crackle of a choc top under my teeth. Hell, even the brain freeze when I ate it too fast was ecstasy.
Oh, I loved ice cream more than anything in the world.
But that all changed when I was nine years old.
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...and walked in on my parents doing something gross with Cornettos.
