PHOTO PROMPT © Na’ama Yehuda
“Daddy, can I get an ice cream?”
“May I get an ice cream?”
I gave her $5 and told her to come right back. That was the last time I saw her. I glanced at my phone. Someone screamed. I looked up, and she was gone. All the kids were gone. The truck was gone.
I tried to find her. I asked everyone. No one answered. The park was pandemonium. Parents were frantically searching for their kids. Others were clinging to theirs as if they could simply vanish.
We all scream for ice cream.