A Day in the Life
There was something about ice cream. Christophe couldn't put his finger on it, exactly, and it was only about ice cream one went out to get - the kind in a cone scooped from the freezer and laden with chocolate sprinkles.
Whatever the unnamable thing was? It was good.
"What's an adjective for something that's really good in an un-word-able kind of way?" Christophe muttered this around his mouthful of pistachio ice cream, chair tilted onto its two back legs as he wondered.
Whatever the unnamable thing was? It was good.
"What's an adjective for something that's really good in an un-word-able kind of way?" Christophe muttered this around his mouthful of pistachio ice cream, chair tilted onto its two back legs as he wondered.