My Ice Cream is on Fire!
100 Word Microfiction
Published in
Sep 18, 2020
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Our clothes were sticky. We didn’t have air conditioning in the car.
Sweat dripped down my seven-year-old forehead.
Mom handed me a perfect scoop of bubblegum ice cream in a crispy sugar cone.
“Thank you, Mom.”
I went to lick the ice cream and started screaming bloody murder.
“What!? What’s wrong?!”
Looking down at my ice cream, I saw smoke swirling up. I flung the ice cream cone out the window and started crying.
Mom was confused and upset, “Why’d you do that?”
“It’s…it’s on fire,” I said through my tears.
“Oh, honey. That’s just steam,” she said.
