I woke up with the sun.
It shined warm and bright and the air was humid.
I went for a walk.
The dew glittered in the grass,
And I thought it looked like pixies.
The air was still. No wind.
Yet, I still caught the scent of melting ice cream
In the sweet summer air.
There, the truck! White and painted
Whining out the flat, thin tune that signaled
The ice cream truck.
I ran over.
Long legs in the searing sun.
Should I have known?
In front of the truck, looking up at the toothless man.
The sun burned.
How could I have known?
The song was a little too flat.
The ice cream a little too bitter.
The toothless man’s smile a little too malicious.
I didn’t know.
The ice cream cone fell from my hand.
The sun seemed to swallow me.
The flaming rays ate me up.
And I fell into black.
