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Flash Exercise: "Playing Catch-Up"

(Prompt: Don't let the sun set on your wrath.)
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Outside Wal-Mart, the sidewalk was sloppy with wet Milk Duds and                                 
tears, the sky about to split.                                                                   
                                                                                                 
"Again? Don't worry, sweetie, we'll get you another ice cream cone."                             
She was trying to reassure last week's empty napkin, failing entirely                            
to grasp the present.                                                                            
                                                                                                 
Tears dripped steadily from the crushed carton, their salt a brief                               
costume sugar ball for the swarming ants.                                                        
                                                                                                 
The concrete was cooling. I had to get it out now. I rubbed my ring,                             
blew my nose, and tried to spit.                                                                 
                                                                                                 
"You're stepping on my..."                                                                       
                                                                                                 
A shoulder-tap turned me around. An aproned greeter eclipsed his                           
toothless grin with a mountained cone, the wrinkled valleys of one                               
hand running with chocolate, the other with vanilla.                                             
                                                                                                 
"I saw what happened," he began, smooshing a pile of Milk Duds under                             
his loafer and orbiting my head with the planet-sized cone.          

Frustrated, I tried to wave him away, but he just waved back.
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