Flash Fiction – Summertime (A Teacup Story)
Kasey hummed to herself as she dodged the various beach goers, carrying the ice creams carefully in her hands. The vanilla one was already melting, dribbling down the side of the cone and onto her hand. Troy wouldn’t be happy that it was his ice cream that had melted fastest, but then at ten years … More Flash Fiction – Summertime (A Teacup Story)