Story #5

Title of my Story: Quest for Ice-Cream

Genre: Adventure

Logline: I just wanted to have some ice-cream but my dog hindered me.

 

My Story:

It was in the middle of summer, when the temperature shot up and the sun radiated its heat mercilessly. The heat was unbearable and the AC was not working.

I decided that I need to get myself a huge tub of ice-cream and braved myself to step outside onto the hot asphalt that was trying to fry my sandals. The convenience store was a 15-minute walk from my house but it was no problem considering the glorious treat I’ll get there.

Just as I was about to lock the doors, my mom called me.

“Can you walk the dog?”

I frowned. I really loved my dog but I wasn’t really in the mood for her company. She was disobedient and I know she’ll run and drag me around. It won’t be fun at all, especially in this heat.

Yet, the image of her glassy sad eyes when I refused made me gave in. So I took her with me. Maybe, if she behaved well this time, I’ll give her some treat.

But it seemed that she did not care about treats. Once we stepped outside, she bolted to a random direction, not caring about her owner. The handle of the lead that was tied on my wrist pulled me after her and it hurt. I tried to halt her by pulling on the lead and the force made her choke and gasp for air.

People around me shot an accusing stare. I gulped and reluctantly let her run as she wished.

After running around aimlessly for a few minutes, I decided that it was my turn this time. It was payback time. I will let her watch me relish my ice-cream.

I dragged her to the convenience store, careful not to choke her again. At a pole just by the door of the store, I tied her and told her to stay.

I walked in to the store and rushed to the freezer, picking up the biggest tub I could finish. Then I paid and walked outside.

My plan to torture my dog by letting her watch me eat my ice-cream crumbled once I saw what happened to her. What happened to the little boy she was attacking, to be precise.

He was crying and on his feet was a cone of ice-cream which my dog was licking.

I went up to them. I apologized and blamed my dog over and over in front of him, but he did not stop crying.

“I want my ice-cream!” He whined between sobs.

I felt like it was my turn to cry. I don’t have any money left and this is my only tub of ice-cream.

Being the kind person I was, I gave him my precious ice-cream.

The kid grinned and I can only manage to smile weakly as I watched him went off. I went home solemnly with my dog happily leading me.

“So, did you get your ice-cream?” Mom asked.

“No. But she did.” I pointed to my happy dog.