Ice Cream Man
Please read this first- I've always been told I have pretty eyes, flecked grey and blue is very rare, usually heirloom though my mother and father don't have them or my aunt or uncles or grandma or grandpa, though I only see their pictures, mother and father are never home anyway so maybe they do and I just don't remember
I've noticed it since I was a girl, the ice cream truck stops right in front of my house EVERYday, but I live in the middle of the street in Appaloosa Plains, right on the secluded part of town, I would skip outside and buy an ice-cream treat, usually the cheapest thing (an ice cream cone for 15 simoleons) I would thank the man and skip back inside, eat my ice cream and do my homework.
When I became a teenager, we moved. To Sunset Valley and the same truck (I remembered the license plate) came everyday, so I would take my little sister and we would go get the cheap cone with pink ice-cream and sprinkles. One day, I aged up and went to University, I was quite relieved when there was no ice-cream truck to greet me once I got home from scientific lectures about atoms and things like that.
Well, I moved back to Appaloosa Plains to pursue my life's goal to become a Jockey (I took science at University since I needed a job aside from professional horse riding.)
But, the Monday after I got back home, a rusty old ice-cream truck came up to my house with the same exact license plate, I ordered a freezer bunny and the man looked at me "haven't seen you in a while." He said, slowly and deeply "Uh… Yeah?" I replied, licking my finger that the bunny melted onto "You've grown up quite a bit since I last saw you." "Uh huh, I didn't know you travel to Sunset Valley too." "I don't I was making sure you were gettin' raised correctly." "What do you mean 'raised correctly'?" "Well, your mama has been known to be a bit, inappropriate at times." "Um, yeah… Have you visited my sister lately?" I asked, licking off the ear of my treat "No, she has real heirloom to look after at her home, well, I best be going, you have a nice day." "Yeah, you too." I looked up into the flecked grey and blue eyes of me… and my father for the last time without even realizing.
Ten years later...
I bring my son, Jackson to the cemetery, "say hi to Papa" I say, looking at the tall grave reading:
Edgar B. Swins
Formally known as Mr. Ice-Cream man, a guardian angel to all children, will most definitely be missed