100 Words - Ice Cream Horror

ice cream truck

I am most comfortable in a society of strangers. Brought together by some event or tragedy. None of us want to be there, but there we are. When it’s all over I wander back to my hermitage and hide from the world till I’m needed again.

Then, today, I heard a sound that sent chill down my spine. At first I hoped it was wind chimes, but no, it was Three Blind Mice. An ice cream truck was coming. There would be a crowd. I wanted a grape popsicle. People chat at ice cream trucks. The horror of it all.