Keep Your Eyes On The Ice Cream

Here’s an actual short story that I drafted last night. It’s fiction.

Jack, Ronald, and I waited outside the ice cream shop with our milkshakes in our hands. Ronald held his against his forehead. His pit-stains showed. Jack stood with his milkshake tilted in his hand and against jeans. I held mine in front of me drank it too fast. I looked up at the clock on top of the courthouse down the street. It was getting dark. I couldn’t tell what time it was.

“Is he coming?” Ronald asked.

“He’ll be here,” I said. Ronald held up his receipt.

“We got these at two minutes ‘til. We’ve been out here for ages,” Ronald said.

I rubbed the back of my head.

“He’s not used to coming here. He probably didn’t know how long it would take,” I said. Ronald nodded his head, tilted it, and nodded again.

“What’s he got?” Ronald asked.

“I don’t know. I think it’s blue,” I said.

It got dark. The clerk inside Magic Milkshakes locked the front door. They moved away from the door and down the concrete ramp. They all sat down with their backs against the wall. Jack’s long legs stretched to the railing across from him. He propped his feet up.

“Where we going?” Jack asked.

There were so many more places I wanted to be besides in front of Magic Milkshakes. A few months ago, I’d have said I wanted to be back with my friends at my old school, but Jay was on his way here in his new blue car. And now I had Jack and Ronald. I didn’t have any particular places in mind. I had fifty bucks in my wallet.

“Anywhere we want,” I said.

“Some place where there’s music,” Jack said.

“A strip club that’s out of this world,” Ronald said.

“They have 3D movies in Lexington,” I said.

“Can you see 3D movies?” Jack asked. He and Ronald turned to me.

“I don’t know,” I said.

We sat. Jack adjusted his feet and bent his knees a few different ways. He scratched his ear and placed his hand down on the concrete. I left my hand on the concrete close to his. Ronald sipped his milkshake until the straw made gargling noises. I had already finished mine but held onto the cup. Jack took a sip. His hand moved away. I put my straw in my mouth and chewed.

One pair of headlights slowed down in the street. I couldn’t tell if the car in front of me was blue. It pulled in next to the trashcan. The lid fell off. A horn honked.

I ran to the passenger side. Jay was in the car checking out Jack and Ronald against the wall. I raised my arms and they walked over.

“Hey bro,” Jay said. He smiled as the overhead light came on. His hair was buzzed. He had fuzz between his lip and mouth, and a little goatee that matched. Jack tapped my back as he squeezed between me and the trashcan. Ronald got in the back on the driver’s side. Jay pulled out.

The interior was black. The roof was hard. The seats were soft. The air was cool. I adjusted the tilt of my seat.

“Ford,” Jack said. He rubbed his hand along the seat. He reached in front of him and found a set of cupholders attached to the back of the armrest. Ronald felt along the door. Jay flipped the overhead light off. I put my empty cup into the holder between Jay and me. There was resistance. I pushed until it was locked in place. Jay drove past the courthouse clock and on through the square. When we got to the straight stretch, he accelerated.

“Where are we going? Lexington?” Jay asked.

“I’m okay with that,” I said. Everyone agreed.

Jay sped up on the straight stretch. I grabbed the handle above the passenger-side door. The green grass was black everywhere except for where they glowed green through Jay’s headlights. The grass in the light got darker the further Jay drove. The trees shook in the wind.

“So you’re Eric’s friend?” Ronald asked.

“Since fifth grade. I don’t like that he moved way,” Jay said.

“You hear that?” I asked. The wind was whistling.

“Don’t make fun of me,” Jay said.

“Jay, the trees,” I said. I pointed out the window. “They’re pink.”

“They’re just those, um, what do you call them? Cherry Blossoms?” Jay said.

“Prunus serrulate,” Ronald said.

Something didn’t feel right. I looked around the car.

“It feels good in here,” Jack said. He took off his shirt.

“The air’s not on,” I said.

“Yeah it is. Feels great,” Jay said.

“No. It’s hot as hell outside and the air isn’t on,” I said. I pointed at the controls on the console. Jay tapped the temperature knob. I put my hands in front of the vents. Air was coming through. The wind outside picked up. The sky turned purple.

“It’s on vent, not air,” Ronald said. He pointed.

“This doesn’t seem right,” I said.

“It’s right. Everything’s right,” Jay said. He accelerated. The road turned into ice cream. We were riding down the cosmopolitan express. I sunk down into the seat and watched out the windows. A flatbed pickup truck pulled an orchestra behind us. They hummed. Jay hit the brakes, but we slid on down the ice cream. Jay closed the vents. He looked at me with his big blue yes.

“Watch the ice cream,” I said.

The ice cream road ended. We slid to a stop outside of a strip club called Out Of This World. Beings of all shapes and sizes came and went. Square bodies held onto other square bodies. Inside, circles danced. A long sock bought us drinks. We lived a whole life in there. When we got back outside, the car was gone. I don’t remember how any of us got home. We never talked about it.

Short Story Notes

Thanks for reading. As always, comment below. Typo hunters are most certainly welcome. Or just comment about whatever is on your mind. Over time, if I still like this one after a while, I’ll fix it up. It might even one day get promoted to my short stories section of my website.

Eric Shay Howard author of Crushes selfie
I should really sit down and finish editing the paperback of my fiction collection, Crushes.

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  1. John L. Harmon

    Definitely took an unexpected spin! 👍

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