Short Story Violette POV Sitting on a terrace, after a soft walk with friends, we ordered ice cream. I chose the rose-shaped one — because it made my heart smile. Three colors: white, pink, yellow — mango, strawberry, coconut — summer in a swirl. One bite, and I was on an island — blue water, wind in my hair, sun high, giving me a high five. As I listened — half — to laughter, my mind drifted: to my couch, a blanket, a fan, my favorite book. Because I love...
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