Flash: Ice Cream Bitch

She is strawberry and vanilla, like the ice cream she holds. I wonder if she tastes like that. She really is too old to eat ice cream, she uses her cornet coquettishly, looking at me. She can’t get brain freeze; she’s cold to the core already. She thinks she is the winner, licks her lips, gives me a frosted smile. I am her captive but I could snap her and I will, when I can.
   She leans over me, showing a tease of cleavage. I inhale: ice cream and salty skin underneath. A dribble of her ice cream lands on my face. She winks at me and pulls my shackles tighter.