Ice-cream

“Ice cream! Ice cream!” She kept up the litany to a regular beat. She must have been three, maybe four, and came to about half way up her daddy’s thighs. The young man was clearly embarrassed as he tried to walk the fine line between being firm and making a scene. The little one had no such compulsions and made a scene.  Reluctantly, he let himself be dragged to the ice-cream vendor where the little imp took her own time choosing the ingredients for her treat. Each ingredient was carefully considered and either discarded or selected.  Finally, when it was done, she asked for a cherry on top.  She grabbed the delicious looking treat and ran to a family of beggars nearby. She gave the ice-cream to the little beggar child who took it hesitantly. Without waiting for a word of thanks the little angel ran back to her daddy.

“Ice cream! Ice cream!”

She kept up the litany to a regular beat. She must have been three, maybe four, just short of her daddy’s waist. The father, clearly embarrassed, tried to walk the fine line between being firm and making a scene. The little one had no such compulsions. Reluctantly, he reached in to his wallet and handed her the money. Taking it, she crossed the street to the ice-cream vendor. The little imp took her time choosing the ingredients for her treat. She carefully considered and either discarded or selected each item. She finished with a cherry on top.

Grabbing the delicious treat, she called to him, “Look daddy”. With the ice-cream coned held high, she stepped on to the road not noticing the truck hurtling towards her.

After the ambulance and the police and the on-lookers were gone, all that was left was a crushed ice-cream cone.

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