Danger In Vices

Revenge

The creamy vanilla ice cream swirls around the chewy cookie doughy bites in my mouth and I forget about everything for one sweet moment. I adjust my position on the park bench and take another lick from my cone. Just then, the brain freeze hits and the pleasure is replaced with pain. Not just physical pain, either. With the headache brings back the memories of Kyle.

There's a slight breeze and I can hear some birds chirping in the background.

I almost swear they sang, "He's the one who hurt you and now he's happy with another girl," as if to taunt me. So much for the blissful ignorance.

I squint in the general direction of the birds and curse them under my breath. It is nearing 1:30 in the afternoon, and I know she will be here soon. Even still, I find myself checking my watch incessantly.

I take another lick of my ice cream and I spot her walking her bulldog across the park. Just like clockwork.

I stand up and try to assume the most nonchalant pace as possible as I sneak up behind a tree in her path. The hot sun makes it so that my ice cream is mostly liquid and now caresses my hand, but I don't mind. I stand there, patiently waiting.

She walks up next to my tree, and my heart skips a beat. Just as she walks past, I throw my ice cream cone. The delicious frozen dessert smacks her in the back of her head as she yells out.

"That's what you get for stealing my man!" I scream at her as I run as far as I can as fast as possible.

Sure, the ice cream tasted sweet, but there's nothing quite as satisfying as revenge.