Vanilla

Vanilla

vanilla baby

The floor tasted like vanilla.

Ah, the baby had dropped the ice cream once again.

“Crawl fast,” my friend screamed as the child flicked me.

Now, I lay upside down floundering on the floor.  

vanilla
The Solitary Writer
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