A tub a frozen sweet
cream was in the back and he pulled it out, a wide and wonderful grin on his
face. This was what he had been
missing all along. Nothing - nothing -
could cheer him up more than ice cream.
He pulled open the cabinets before he found the one that
held the spoons and popped open the lid. “I hope this is as good as I
remember,” he murmured to himself before he scooped a large spoonful into his
mouth.
The moment the sweet vanilla taste touched his tongue he
was in heaven. It wasn’t just as good as he remembered; it was better. He closed his eyes and let
himself enjoy the simple pleasure. He hadn’t tasted ice cream like this in
years and instead of bringing back painful memories, all the cold treat did was
lift his spirits and make him smile.
Luna hadn’t expected to walk into her kitchen to find
Harp grinning in bliss. When she saw what it was that made him so very happy
she laughed, placing her hand over her mouth to stifle the sound. Of course it
would be ice cream that would bring out the Cat she had loved so very much. And
he could still smile - that was important to see. No matter what happened in
the past she was glad to see that he was still able to smile.
Harp heard her giggle and dropped the half-empty carton
on the table, a sheepish look on his face. He licked his lips (not wanting to
waste a single drop) before he cleared his throat, wondering if there was a way
he could explain this without looking more foolish than he already did. “I …
was hungry,” he finally said.
Word Count: 3799
Yesterday, you met Harp. Today, meet his favorite food! CampNaNo is going at a crawl. I still intend on pressing on but as it's April 10 and I'm rather far behind I may have to settle for a goal of around 10-15,000 words. Still good, considering the month I am having.
Again, thanks for all the support! I really do appreciate it even if I've been a bad blogger and haven't done much hopping these past few days. I have a few free nights coming up so expect to see me around.
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