The children ran off excitedly yelling for ice creams; they ran back terrified yelling for their mums.
Weird Walter the ice cream man lay dead on the floor of his van. His cooling blood oozed from the neat hole in the left side of his head, mingling with strawberry sauce, chopped nuts and chocolate flakes.
Police say he topped himself.
BIO: Patsy Collins writes short stories for magazines including, Woman's Weekly, Fiction Feast, Candis, Ireland's Own, My Weekly and That's Life. To read more about her and her writing, please visit patsy-collins.blogspot.com
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ReplyDeleteYou are right the story is short and sweet. I love it!
I love it. You took a joke and turned it into something gruesome! Very clever. Very nasty.
ReplyDeleteStrawberry jam and strawberry jam? Yuk! Well done, Patsy!
ReplyDeleteOoh, nice and icky, Patsy!
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ReplyDeleteGood stuff Patsy!
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Ha ha brilliant stuff. A good old joke turned on its head into what could easily be a new urban legend.
ReplyDeleteShort and sweet. In fact a very sweet Ice Scream.
Ice Scream? Yikes, that's worse than one of mine!
ReplyDeleteReally enjoyed this. Very clever. Ice cream will never be the same again!
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