Let's Blow This Popsicle Stand Novels & Stories

I say to Zane, and he looks at me, one brow raised. “People have redeemable traits, but not Mindy. Would you believe I tried to change her? But she ended up doing that to me, so please, I’ll sit this one out,” he says. I’m about to speak when he tightens his grip on me, pointing at a stand across the road. It’s a green bamboo stand, with a man wearing a pink flowery shirt and a bamboo straw hat. “We should get a drink from that stand. The coconuts are fresh,” he says, and I nod.

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.

“We have to wear it for the rest of the day!” They laughed at what she said. “Well, I was thinking we offer free services in a stand or something. I take free photos and they buy the shirts.” Colleen grinned widely. “That’s a brilliant idea, Toby. And maybe I could offer some fruit juice on the side. I make some pretty good orange juice and lemonade.” “Then, it’s settled,” he said, lifting the bag to his shoulder. “I’ll go set this at a perfect location downstairs. Think you can handle getting us that stand?”

André's POV Olivia tapped my arm and drew my attention to a pink ice cream stand near the mall. “It's really hot. Can we get some ice cream?" I smiled at her and obliged, and together, we headed towards the ice cream stand. She bought a strawberry popsicle, and I saw the glee in her eyes as the stand owner handed it to her.

The place would give the witch from Hansel and Gretel a serious case of envy. It looks spectacular, all in pastel colours. I nod happily as I take it all in. We started setting up yesterday. The stalls are set up so the kids and adults can all play games. Pop-pop is setting up the grills because that is his job. His words, not mine, so whatever makes him happy and nanna well, she is busy directing what goes where with momma.

“You’ve grown taller. Right?” “I guess so,” I reply, looking down at them fondly. “It’s hard for me to tell since I stare at them everyday. I Jay get shocked that they aren’t tiny anymore.” This makes him laugh. “Hey, who wants ice cream?” They shout their approval and together, we walk to Mr. Bert’s stand. He’s always out here during summer, selling delicious treats to sweeten the mood. Luke insists that he’ll pay for the treats, and together, we find an empty picnic table near where they’ll light the bonfire.

He was happy, free to be a man as he wanted to be. “Frostilicious!” Rebecca shouted in delight. He turned. There was a little stand just by the corner with FROSTLICIOUS! FROST LICKED ICE CREAM designed in fancy ink writing all over the stand. A young boy of about fourteen stood behind the stand with a barefaced smile on his face. “I want one," she said. “I’d tell Tony when I see him.” Rebecca glared at him, forgetting her smile for a while. “And I thought you were a gentleman.”

“Hahaha.” They rushed toward him, and he stepped toward them too. Their excitement quickly turned to disappointment when they realized he wasn’t holding any cupcakes. “Did you bring us cupcakes today?” they asked. Nat put his face down, faking a sad expression. The crowd groaned and began to frown—until he pulled out a bag containing popsicles. “Surprise,” he said They erupted into loud cheers. The popsicles were in different flavors—vanilla, chocolate, and strawberry some dipped in chocolate with sprinkled tips.