Number12's Nanofiction collection, Page 20

What Could They Be Selling In December?

date: 12-9-99

As I approached the ice cream truck, the kids all scattered. "What can I get you sir?" the tie-died fellow inside asked smoothly. I couldn't see his eyes under his dark glasses.

"What are you selling here?"

"We carry a full assortment of Good Mother ice cream."

He gave me a popsicle but I'm still not convinced.

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