Watch her melting on the sidewalk, her sweat mixing with skin as she kneels on the concrete, cooling her hands on the grass. The ice cream truck comes through the neighborhood, and the man offers her a popsicle. The red, sticky sweetness drips onto her clothes and stains them. Now blood is mixing with the sweat.
I hope you enjoyed this piece! I actually haven’t had a popsicle in forever, now that I think about it… maybe next summer. Please feel free to leave feedback and writing challenges in the comments. Stay safe and healthy out there.
Brooke
adventures of a typical high school student 