You may or may not know that it’s National Ice Cream Month. I know this not only because my husband works for a dairy company (you’re jealous, I can tell) but because I really could live on ice cream. Seriously. So, it’s no surprise that I am aware of this national holiday. I also plan to take advantage of it. As in, eat extra ice cream. Hello…who am I to ruin a good holiday? And to think it lasts all month!
Anyway, enough about my addiction. On to your weekly challenge.
In honor of this extra delicious holiday, your assignment is to write a story in 200 words or less with ice cream as the main subject. Lots of possibilities there! Can’t wait to read your yummy stories over a big bowl of Cookies n Cream!
Now, put on your Dairy Queen helmet and tackle it!
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It happened so sudden. I flew through the air and landed with a thud amongst a frigid wilderness. After regaining my composure, I sat up and looked around me. On every hand, and as far as the eye could see, were barrels and barrels of ice cream flavors of every kind. Oreo Cookies ‘n Cream, Pralines ‘n cream, Snickers and your standard vanilla, strawberry and chocolate. Now, I love ice cream, so this was truly a creamer dreamer’s delight. But was I dreaming? Was this a joke? No to both. Then it dawned on me where I worked. I somehow slipped and fell onto the floor at my local Baskin-Robbins while waiting on a customer. To their dismay and hysterical laughing all I could think to ask, while still sitting on the floor, was: “One scoop or two?” (The above is a purely fictional tale, of course, except for where I said, “I love ice cream.”)
I Scream and scream and scream for ICE CREAM!! I’ve been screaming for it for almost 30 years!!! Ever since I realized that all that stomach pain was coming from a lactose intolerance.
There is nothing, I said, ” NUUU -THING”,that takes the place of a real live, true-blue real dairy – I mean BOVINE ice cream cone ( did you HAVE to show that huge stack of dreams?:)
I go to the beach with my husband and grandchildren. On the way home it HAS to be DORMAN’S DAIRY DREAM (HOME MADE – No attempts at lucious? substitutes here) With a sigh, I settle for a Mountain Dew (next best thing- everyone say Amen!)
I go to a family 4th of July picnic (recently)where my son, who has acquired a female goat (Star) and two kids (Blackberry and Raspberry – named by my 6-year-old granddaughter)serves a nice peach-flavored goats milk ice cream cone. A good substitute – but NOT good old cows milk ice cream. I thank him, but inside I’m still screaming —— and dreaming!!
Dream on, Flora …..