Sweet vs. Sour

The two stared at each other for hours before blinking. One had a rifle in her hand. The other, an ice cream cone. Somehow, the ice cream cone never melted. It looked like ice cream, but maybe it was just plastic. Onlookers called the police yelled through megaphones. Neither moved. That is, until the rifle began to drip.

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Filed under Flash Fiction, Session XI

2 responses to “Sweet vs. Sour

  1. awesomepie

    Will have internet soon, within a day or two. Hold on a little longer, yo!

  2. this was a gooood story. i liked it so. drip drip.

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