Micro-story

A snowflake fell from the sky. This alarmed me, because it was the middle of the summer. More importantly, there was a roof over me.

A scoop of vanilla fell on my head, the net of what would turn out to be a series of desserts over the next few hours. At first I called maitenance, but they thought I was drunk and said that they could come by after they put this A/C unit in. Stay cool, they offered with a laugh.

Then I set out buckets where an ice cream sandwich had fallen before, but the orange sherbet would always fall onto my forehead anyway. Then a chocolate sundae would follow me, raining fudge and bananas.

So, c'est la vie. I went for a walk.

The children called me their messiah. A messiah of ice cream.