Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Tuesday's Creative Writing Prompt Inspired by Ice Cream

Last night while outside pulling weeds in my garden, my neighbors came home. We stood in the street for a few minutes talking when the sound of an ice cream truck caught our ears. Yippee! Ice cream!

This is how fun my neighbors are.

Kenny asked if we wanted ice cream. Are you kidding? Donna and I both bob our heads and in unison say, "Yes!"

Kenny reaches into his pocket and pulls out some money and hands it to Donna. "I'll pay, but you guys have to wait for it." (He wanted to watch a game on TV.)

Were we supposed to say no? HA! Donna snatched the money from Kenny, stuffed it in her pocket and the two of us started back toward my house. We sat on my front steps waiting for the ice cream truck to come down the road. Mind you, I had not even had dinner yet, but hey, I would forego real food for ice cream.

We sat there and sat there and sat there. While the sun waned in the evening sky and mosquitoes nipped at our ankles we sat there waiting for the ding ding of the ice cream truck salivating over the idea of an ice cream drumstick or bomb pop.

SIGH. The ice cream truck never showed. Bummer!

Tuesday's writing prompt: The sound of the ice cream truck. . .

Have fun with this one and I can't wait to see what you come up with.

3 comments:

Lisa Olech September 15, 2009 at 2:43 PM  

"All around the Mulberry bush, the monkey chased the weasel...."

Each summer afternoon about 3:45, the sound of the truck making its rounds would illicite a single phrase to be shouted..."THE JIPPER!!"

The filthy, ill-tempered, children-hating icecream man would wheel his battered truck around the streets. Children would yell for him to stop so they could spend their coins on a cool, sweet treat. The Jipper would slow down, and just as the out-of-breath children would get close, he would step on the accelorator and make the screeching children run yet another block.

He would stumble out of his truck, tucking the bottle of Jack Daniels back under the front seat and snarl, "Whatta ya want...??"

Sometimes, you got what you asked for, sometimes you didn't, but you never dared complain or he'd snatch it from your hand and throw it back into the freezer box and you'd be left with nothing. The Jipper!

"...the monkey thought twas all in fun....POP GOES THE WEASEL."

Kristen September 15, 2009 at 2:55 PM  

What a cool exercise!

Denise September 15, 2009 at 6:32 PM  

Lisa -

Nice. I can see some old geezer stumbling drink out of the ice cream trunk breathing on the kids.

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