Cameron spotted George and Bill, shoving at each other as they raced down the stairs. He ran after them, followed by Cindy. Soon the entire building stood silently at the curb, money in hand, as the tinny music slowly rolled toward them.
I remember grabbing coins from the house and running three blocks over - trying to DF the ice cream truck and get there in front of my sister. You captured that feeling.
I'm lucky there are no vending machines in the building where I work. I've wasted so much money over the years. But, oh, what I wouldn't give for an ice cream truck. Or, as my brother told his children it was called so they wouldn't beg for sweets, the "music appreciation truck."
Oooh i can still here that tinny music! I love the action you created. I could see it and feel it... racing down the stairs. I've done it so many times.
I can just hear the screams....the ice cream man is coming!!! Hurry!! Money!! I need money...the ice cream man is coming! That tinny music brings folks, especially kids, out of the woodwork every time!
Without writing it, I saw men with their suit jackets and ties flapping in the wind, the distinct cadence of women running in heels. Such a robust picture in my head. Great job, Tina!
I love the little scenario you created. I remember running for the ice cream truck after jumping out of the pool in the backyard. All the kids around would be there, lined up.
I remember grabbing coins from the house and running three blocks over - trying to DF the ice cream truck and get there in front of my sister. You captured that feeling.
ReplyDeleteWhat lovely memories. I recall the ice cream man! Sigh, my daughter doesn't, sadly. Thanks for this.
ReplyDeleteI love how you portray the action, then the agonizing wait..."tinny music" is perfect.
ReplyDeleteI remember the Ice-cream Van playing Greensleeves and that song brought with it such excitement!
ReplyDeleteThat's going to be one very happy ice-cream wo/man.
ReplyDeleteLove it! Especially the idea of all those people waiting for the ice cream truck. Great take on the prompt! :)
ReplyDeleteWe all become children when we hear the ice cream truck, don't we? (and I tend to hear Eddie Murphy in my head. LOL)
ReplyDeleteWhat a fantastic way to look at the question.
I laughed my butt off imagining grown-ass men running after the ice cream truck. Hilarious!
ReplyDeleteRelatable to the child in all of us! I always went for the ice cream with the gum at the bottom :)
ReplyDeleteI'm lucky there are no vending machines in the building where I work. I've wasted so much money over the years. But, oh, what I wouldn't give for an ice cream truck. Or, as my brother told his children it was called so they wouldn't beg for sweets, the "music appreciation truck."
ReplyDeleteOooh i can still here that tinny music! I love the action you created. I could see it and feel it... racing down the stairs. I've done it so many times.
ReplyDeleteI can just hear the screams....the ice cream man is coming!!! Hurry!! Money!! I need money...the ice cream man is coming! That tinny music brings folks, especially kids, out of the woodwork every time!
ReplyDeleteWithout writing it, I saw men with their suit jackets and ties flapping in the wind, the distinct cadence of women running in heels. Such a robust picture in my head. Great job, Tina!
ReplyDeleteI think the tinny music gets everyone! You let out a little at a time, then reveal the last scene with great subtlety. I love that in a gargleblaster!
ReplyDeleteI love the little scenario you created. I remember running for the ice cream truck after jumping out of the pool in the backyard. All the kids around would be there, lined up.
ReplyDeleteI can picture this perfectly. (An aside, our town's ice cream truck plays the most forlorn music ever. Husband and I are convinced it is some dirge.)
ReplyDeleteLove the image of them all lined up, clutching their money. Perhaps jostling each other. < 3
ReplyDeleteGreat visual, and a perfect "end of summer" post, it embodies summer in 42 words. perfect!
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