Cereal Milk
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I drew all these different elements and stuck them together, only to have my brain try to come up with a story for why all these happenstances would take place.
Like Mickey wakes up to eat a breakfast of honey-sweetened oat cereal, then goes to meet his friend at the lakeside. Where his friend works as an ice cream salesman.
While waiting for his friend, he eats an ice cream cone with three scoops of ice cream — chocolate, strawberry, pistachio — and walks around.
He sees a girl crying and goes over to find out what’s wrong. She’s lost her stuffed unicorn.
He sees her unicorn near the playground, and gives it to the girl. She’s standing with her surprisingly attractive parent or caretaker.
Staring into bright blue eyes, he smiles.
“Hey,” he said.
“Hey.”
He curled his big toes in his shoes and pressed the tips down. “Uh, you should take your daughter to feed the geese and swan.”
“We didn’t bring any bread.”
“Tell Brad — the ice cream man — that Mickey sent you for a piece of bread. He’ll give you some.”
“Thank you.”
Staring at that luminous smile, he could feel the heat burning in his cheeks and spreading down his neck. He felt a bit lightheaded. He never wanted the moment to end.
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