Chronicle of Luscious Ice Cream

Chronicle of Luscious Ice Cream

Clarice said that today she would prepare lunch herself. He left home early on his bicycle. While cycling through the streets towards the local market, he saw a child on the sidewalk sucking a strawberry popsicle. Ice cream dripped from his mouth and down towards his neck. It was hot and this, although bold, seemed allowed. People were excited, everything exuded festivity. It was the hot climate that boiled the instincts. A whole world upside down in a few days. Despite being scared, everything seemed allowed. And why not a luscious ice cream running down the neck? It was carnival. It was the extreme release of instincts that frightened the restrained Clarice.
“A luscious candy, an ice cream stick, a sweetened drip and a cold beer,” shouted the street trader. Clarice found fun in people’s silly joy. In a way, she felt superior to all this carnality. He was surprised by his own joy in the crowd and blamed himself for the smile he opened. Despite being disgusted by the sweat of the majority, she was always festive in her shy gaze. He returned home by bicycle without any new ingredients. He remembered the excesses he thought of committing and felt a certain disgust for the impulses that emerged at the carnival. She thought she was dispersed, struggled to focus on the kitchen, and made a balanced lunch for her family. But this time he got up and didn’t want to wash the dishes.
Daring that she believed she was on that day, she finally celebrated the empty house. He sat awkwardly on the cold kitchen floor and put his spoon in his mouth in the two-liter ice cream jar. He felt the icy lines of ice cream running down his chin and sticking to his neck. He was not disgusted by the sweat of the candy in contact with the heat of the skin, nor by the molasses of his sweat that stuck with the sugar in the chocolate sauce. The extreme liberation came with the lack of food shame. She ate more than she could and more than she wanted. In his gluttony he felt a sinful pleasure. In the candy he lost his dignity and felt a silly joy. She was naive, but that afternoon it was with malice that she made ice cream her biggest carnival.
ice cream jessica giovanini ickfdphoto: NKL Fashion

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