A Geeks' Choice

nse enough to turn a tra

ce cream cart and was already surrounded by a crowd of people, both youn

o glued to the scene. The scorching weather wa

you have?"

ice cream cart with Julia tagging along. Unlike the other boys at school, Daniel was Julia's childhood friend; he was

ox, displaying his goods. A few empty packs and bottles were entwi

o set now, and they shuffled their feet as they walked back toward Julia's house

mall child unknowingly bumped into Julia from behind, making her

blind?" s

her children, who were now standing around waiting for a Showmax. Julia didn'

d, calmly licking his ice cream as he strolled toward home. She jogged to catch up with his slow pace.

e ran earlier," she said.

expression. She clearly wanted him to buy her a second

r did I. You fell on the fl

them had won. Still, s

give me your

ined, leaving

she pleaded, wi

friend was sacrificing his happiness for hers. But she failed to notice the cunning smirk on his fac

am was bad enough, so she didn't restrain herself this time. Coming with full force, she lu

it back and forth until the milky goodness jumped right out of the bottle, splashing all over their faces. In the heat of the moment, they had completely for

s to wipe the sticky cream off his face. Knowing Daniel, he was fully planning on pl

ainst her palm to remove the small pieces of dirt before plugging it back into the bot

ream further, making it look like a patchy white beard. Julia looked

you later,"

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friends or neighbors, but the house was still. She glanced at the clock, which read exactly six o'clock, and headed straight to the bathroo

wear, she marched into the kitchen, catching t

good e

spotting her at the entrance. "I thought

pical African mother. She stepped into the kitchen anyway,

d it over to the dining table. She had missed her usual afternoon swallow, whic

ked, fixing Julia with an intense stare. Her father hadn't retur

for our school's i

other nodded.

Julia repl

n I am talking about you to my friends,

E

risingly, every African parent was the best in their day,

rties. Despite being a traditional housewife, s

them into total darkness. The room grew pitch black bet

rumbled in the dark, already rust