Twiced Cream’d * Yoo & Yerim
Strawberry, the definitive flavor of the color pink.
Never mocked for favoring the underdog of the trio classics, Yoo heads out for his weekly dose of ice cream, spotting familiar faces on the sandy trail. Bikers zoom past him and other pedestrians as he struts his way to the shack full of soft serve. Preferring the hardness of normal ice cream, he thinks of his old favorite, a double scoop of strawberry with chocolate syrup on top. The tastes glazes through his buds, as if he is already in the process of its consumption. However, the line brings him back, Yoo feeling all the pockets of his cargo pants to find some cash. A five thousand won bill! He happily folds it in half, concealing it in his right palm as he awaits his turn to order.
The lady in the Hawaiian shirt greets him with a smile, acknowledging him as a regular. “Nice to see you again!” They share ‘how are you’s’ as he completes his transaction, letting her keep the change. At long last, the frozen delight with its wafer holder. He attempts to make his way out of the line and into a nearby seat to fully enjoy the sensation it provides. One. Two steps, and it drops. Plops on the ground with Yoo following its descent, shoulder first into the sandy wood platform.
Noooooooo! This can’t... Yoo enters a slight state of shock, recovering from the minor fall and sitting up. He counts not one, not two, but at least three! Scoops all around his left side, along another female, who seems to have lost a loved one as well. A silent mourning of fallen brethren and their lost deliciousness. He raises his left hand in the direction of the other stranger, “I - I’m so sorry,” his face drained of all happiness. “Please, let me buy you another one,” patting his legs off while rising. Yoo tries to sympathize, understanding the exact situation, “You - you can’t be feeling alright, it’s the least I can do.”