My Ice Cream is on Fire!

100 Word Microfiction

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.”

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