100 WC Week #40

When I sprinted up to the ice cream stand and I ordered a banana-swirl ice pop. But ‘I’m afraid it’s the last one’, he said. “OK, I’ll get… a… um… strawberry please.”

Ahhh… that all seems like such a long time ago now. Even though it was only 29 hours ago. But now I live in a hut of leaves, you can’t expect me not to remember. I wish I appreciated everything more. Now I have nothing, except for this pen. I’m writing on a piece of bark, for goodness sake.

“Gosh, nobody has anything anymore!”

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