Blow This Popsicle Stand Novels & Stories

Chapter 53 Bailey's POV We walked around and soon we stopped at a cotton candy stand. The pink cloud-like fluff looked delicious. Miguel saw me oogling and nudged me a bit. "You want one?" I blushed. I didn't know how to tell him. He took my silence as a yes and went over to the stand. "One cotton candy please." The standowner smiled and began spinning the cotton candy and I watched the pink fluff swirl around. It was mesmerizing. It looked like he was creating beautiful, pink clouds out of nothing.

The least I can do is pay for the popsicle. "Good afternoon" I greeted the man selling the popsicle. "Good afternoon ma'am, what flavor do you want?" He asked. "3 strawberries please" I said, deciding to try the strawberry with the boys. He opened his cart and brought out the popsicle. It has been so long since I had them, we definitely need it in this hot sun. He handed over the popsicle telling me the price, I paid for it thanking him then I went back to the boys, the line was a little shorter. I gave them their popsicle, we all licked it feeling refreshed. Then suddenly I was hearing giggles and whispers.

After sitting, I looked up at Barry. Barry walked up to me, literally backing me into a corner. "Is that seat comfy?" he asked. "I have all the girls who come over sit in that chair. They love sitting there while I show them off." Barry grabbed the pouch he was wearing and slowly unsheathed his large, flaccid cock and his perfect, bulky, and big set of balls.

I said, looking over at her and smiling. “Thank you girl,” she said as she sniffed. “I....really...,” she hesitated. “I know,” I interrupted her. “I got you.” Poppie smiled a weak smile. She was almost 100% but not quite there yet. I wanted her to be at her best because I knew she would do well. “Thanks,” “You hungry?” I asked. “Yeah,” she responded questionably. “You wanna smoke?” I asked, passing her the blunt I had rolled on the table. “It might help with your appetite.”

Without looking back, he replied, “She’s already spoiled. I’m just maintaining it.” Kimberly chuckled, shaking her head as she followed right behind them. ** Bryce crouched down beside the girls as they reached the stand, his hand still holding Keira’s tiny one. “What’ll it be, hurricanes?” he asked with mock seriousness. “Chocolate!” Keira squealed immediately. “Strawberry!” Sophie chimed in. Bryce nodded, pretending to take mental notes like a serious businessman. “Chocolate and strawberry for the princesses.” The man at the stand handed him the cones, and Bryce paid, passing them to the girls carefully. “No running while eating,” he warned, knowing full well they’d ignore that in the next

It snapped us both fully awake. ... After brunch, we didn’t go straight home. We just walked. No plan, no rush. The sun was soft, the breeze cool. The park near the river felt like the right place to be. Children ran across the grass, laughing and yelling as they chased each other. The swings creaked in the distance, and the water shimmered under the light. Boats moved slowly, leaving small waves behind them. Near the path, a popcorn stand sat under a tree. The cart was old, the paint chipped. A sign on the front said "Popcorn Pete" in blue marker. The man behind it wore a knit cap and had a kind smile.

Gold it is. My chest feels tight as they pack the boxes, and Kayleigh gives me a triumphant smile like she’s scoring points. This isn’t even a game. And if it is, I’m not playing. By the time we reach the candle stands, I’m close to snapping. There are dozens lined up. I settle for one with roses etched into the base. “This one,” I say firmly. Kayleigh’s hand immediately darts to a plain, modern stand. “No, no. Dante doesn’t like anything fussy. Simple is better.”

' Violet wonders. Small noises shift my gaze to the red glowing big balls gently swaying in the breeze with those same foreign characters in bold black ink on them- lanterns? "Mommy," Bloom's small voice retrieves my wandering mind and I shake visibly to realize I'm still holding the stand. Only for my eyes to descend and see something I can read. ‘In need of a part-time staff.’

Wren offers her hand. Lucius grunts in agreement. Sage arches a brow at him. I rub my hands together. “Ok. When do we blow this popsicle stand.” I throw my hands to my hips and grin at everyone.

The salesman gave Hermosa a grateful look and stepped back, clutching the flyer. Hermosa Brent's wheelchair onwards, and before she could ask him what had just happened, she heard the salesman's slightly panicked shout from behind her. "Eh wait, you guys, sir ......" What's going on? Hermosa subconsciously turned his head to look at the salesman, but ignored the real danger in front of him. A promotional stand nearly two people tall stood in front of them, filled with glass dishes and vases. A six or seven-year-old boy was pedaling his shopping cart like a scooter as they moved forward, losing his grip and crashing straight into the stand.- "Look out!