The Final Drop

A single drop made its way over the cage pulled by the strong force of the summer sun. Its greatest desire is to be set free from its crunchy and delicious cage. That single drop is naïve to think there is anything waiting for it on the other side of the waffled exterior. But, nonetheless, the bewitching sun is too powerful in its ways. It calls for the single drop of frozen delectable to push just a little further, melt just a little faster. The drop knows nothing of its future if it falls. A future in which it will become just a meaningless speck on the sidewalk soon to be trampled by running feet. No one will pay any mind to the speck on the sidewalk; whose life expectancy has been shortened to practically nothing. All in good time, the sun will call its name, and the drop will have no choice but to respond, melting away until it has become one with the energy around it. The drop, responding to the call as fast as possible, does not see destiny lurking . In a moment's notice, the drop is scooped up; not by the sun, but by a wet, pink tongue desperately trying to prevent wasting a single drop of sweet cream. And just like that, the drop has yet to drip. It becomes as Alice tumbling down a dark tunnel towards Wonderland without knowledge of where lies the final destination. But fear not little sun. You may have lost one drop; however, the brothers are just as eager to respond to your halloo.

And so the cycle begins again. Now the sun beats quicker, intensely calling to each and every drop. The sun refuses to lose another. Its energy illuminates around the crunchy cage more fiercely than before. The battle begins. Sun versus unsuspecting, young girl. It is not merely a battle of wits and strength but of speed. The sun pushes its summons without bothering to worry about the oblivious girl. She is no match for the sun. Every drip yearns for the sun’s approval and the sun yearns for a drip to drop. Neither wishes for their desires to go unmet. They will go to great lengths for satisfaction. The sun pulls on each drips’ impulsiveness. They want nothing more than to answer her call. At last another drip spills over the edible enclosure on a fast track to freedom. But alas, the organ of taste intercepts yet another frivolous attempt to escape.

The sun is growing impatient. It will not be made a fool of again. The sun intensifies as never before. It no longer wishes to go small. Now it wants revenge. The sun wants everything. Every. Last. Drop. The girl has unknowingly underestimated the sun. Now the sun beats faster and faster. It will not be ignored. And the drips do not dare to ignore the calls any longer. Unable to keep up, the drips pour out over the mushy cage where they were once bound together. Physics is no longer an equal opponent. The drips melt faster and faster. They push past every obstacle including the small hands that clutch their waffled enemy. The drips are unapologetic. The girl that once viewed the drips as a cold, delicious dessert, now views the drips as a sticky mess covering her hands. She submits to the call of the sun, and the cone falls drastically to the heated sidewalk. There is no time for the drips to question whether or not they have made the right choice. It is too late. The sun has claimed the melted cream. The girl, devastated, allows tears to fall from her eyes. The unforgiving sun claims those too. The drips are no match for the heat. They quickly become as insignificant as expected.

Fear not though. The girl is wise, despite the sun's views. She knew there was nothing she could do to save her ice cream cone, but that did not mean she would go without ice cream for the day. The girl's feet pounded all the way back to her house on the sidewalk in an even rhythm . There, she found her prey. She sauntered up to her loving father and allowed the tears to spill faster whilst announcing what had become of her ice cream. Her mother, accustomed to her ways, warned her spouse not to fall for her big brown eyes. But he was helpless against the pool of tears slipping from her eyes drop by drop.&. He was but a mere drip and she was his sun. Together, she atop his broad shoulders and he at her will, they ran after the ice cream truck in hopes of claiming yet another delicious treat. And the sun simply lied in wait.