I Scream

PHOTO PROMPT © Na’ama Yehuda

Looking at old photographs has become a daily ritual with me.  Tonight I find one of an ice cream container taken long before Instagram made food porn mandatory. How the memories come flooding back.

What was that we said?  I scream, you scream, we all scream for ice cream.  Funny how a little tub of essentially frozen milk, cream and sugar can lift spirits after chemo.

No child is so pampered I used to tease nor so lucky to get ice cream every night. But that smile was ever so worth it. 

Now all I have are memories and photos. 

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Written for the Friday Fictioneers.  Word count:100

This is my first submission written on a mobile phone so I have probably spent more time on formatting this entry 😀

Note: I've made a little tweak and changed a line that previously was:
"Funny what a little tub of essentially frozen milk, cream and sugar can do for a child."
The new change is actually what I originally wanted to write but then decided to not to have a reference to chemo.  I still don't know what works better, but I decided to make that change and write down my reasons for this edit.

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