six - ice cream

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"Josh?"

"Yeah, Ty?"

Tyler smiles at the nickname, no one ever really bothered to give him before, he's flattered.

"Have you ever eaten ice cream?"

Josh laughs, he's not sure if this is a joke.

"Of course! Haven't you?"

"Yes, during the summer, all the time."

"Why are you asking me this?"

"Because outside the window, in the park, there's a man standing alone on a park bench. He's liking strips from the bottom to the top of his cream cone. I can see him shiver, he's shaking shoulders prove that it's getting colder. It's autumn, Josh, summer is gone but he refuses to believe it. To accept it."

Josh is lying down, head resting calmly on the pillow and he speaks a hoarse whisper.

"Tell me more about the man, what is he wearing?"

"He's wearing a tuxedo. A gray one with a dark blue tie. A beautiful and gorgeous blue, like the ink of a gel pen. His tux seems to be made of satin, it looks expensive. Beside him, resting by his feet who are wearing expensive Italian leather shoes, is a briefcase. It's black and has a lock on it. Clearly it holds important documents. On his left finger is a tan line of a ring, he's recently divorced. He's lonely."

"So, he sits alone on a cold autumn evening, eating ice cream."

"He dropped some on his tux, he's cursing under his breath. He's easily angered, probably why he's divorced."

"You're wise, Tyler."

"Thank you. I'm glad someone appreciates it."

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