A rabbit, white and pure with it's little nose twitching as it sniffs around for food. That's the perfect gift. He reaches and grabs his wallet, rustling through the dollar bills careful as he selects the perfect bunny. They take it into a small white carrying box that might usually hold cakes or doughnuts, but with holes in it and some rabbit food. Finally he takes it and walks out the door, the piercing bullets of liquid raining down as he makes for a cab and falls inside. "You really should get an umbrella." the driver muffles with a new york accent. "Yeah I know. It's alright though. Please excuse me while I make a call." the brown haired
The ice cream parlor by XxangelicnekoxX, literature
Literature
The ice cream parlor
The air was thick with the smell of perfume and cologne as I went inside, my long skirt with a white poodle imprinted on it and a nice blouse sure to attract some attention. The color red and silver fill the swivel stools, floors, booths, even the ceiling. The silver shined so that I could see my reflection along with the others. People dancing properly to the jukebox swing filling the room. Confections of ice-cream and candies scattered across the menu. The tap of my shoes matching the other girls while they swirl, attached to their mate.
I sat upon a cushioned stool and swung to face the bar. A nice young man sliding down a milkshake, t