This drabble was written for the prompt popsicle. Don't forget to review!
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"Lime," she said, glancing over the yellow boxes behind the glass case. The man behind the counter in the pink and green apron bent down and pulled out a white plastic bag and placed it on the counter. She pulls out some yen and takes the bag, waving goodbye to the man.
As she sucked on the green ice, she walks, the sand between her toes, the air blowing through her hair.
Children run by her, screaming as they chased each other. Kagome walked past women in bikinis stretched out on a towels, and men relaxed with beer bottles and beer bellies. She sucked on the popsicle as she did so, the fruity flavor releasing into her mouth.
She found herself in a secluded area. There were no tourists, no vacationers. Children don't make noise. All that was left with her is the sound of the sea and the sound of the seagulls. She stands, digging her toes into the sand.
Then she dropped her popsicle when she heard a deep cry for help.