"good day Mrs. Singworthy,
five different scoops of ice-cream, please,
whatever flavor you like.”
“how different?
we’ve got quite different pineapple from the pharma industry,
some substantially different vanilla PhD,
or even surprisingly different salesman’s chocolate.”
“I doubt chocolate could be any different,
to be honest.”
“that’s what makes it surprising.
and the toppings?
we can make it up to twice as different with them!
how about whipped childhood,
or first-job sprinkles?
maybe a little extra parents’ expectations on the side?”
“just, whatever you like, Mrs. Singworthy.
it’s up to you, really.”
“tough request, lad,
and impolite on your part,
forcing a poor, old woman to decide for you
and take the blame for the outcome.”
“it’s not like that at all,
I just trust your taste.”
“that’s what everyone says;
I just explained to you what everyone means.”
“…
Mrs. Singworthy,
what’s wrong?
you are bleeding on my ice-cream!”
“don’t worry, lad,
it’s just my secret syrup of wasted dreams.
I promise you, it’s delicious,
though kinda bittersweet, I guess.”
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Mrs. Lana Singworthy and the chamber of ice-cream by
Dimitrios Kokkinos is
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