The Illustrious Case of Ice Cream Sickness

Stone cold regret.

“That's your fifth one,” she said, impatiently tapping the table with her index finger. “How many is enough?”

He dropped his spoon in the bowl. A cherry swam in the lake of vanilla, dusted with sprinkles.

“As many as it takes.” He suppressed a belch in his throat, a winter storm of mint chocolate chip and regret.

He moaned and put his head down on the cold granite countertop.

“Please, can we just talk?”

A pause, then a soft laugh cut through the brain freeze, and he felt her fingers run through his hair.

Just the way they used to.

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Hey, thanks for reading!

Drabble is a type of microfiction in which stories are 100 words--no more, no less. This story was based on a single randomly generated word. My plan is to revise this story according to any feedback it receives, then put together a writer's note documenting the process and publish it along with 29 other stories in a collection.