An ice cream the size of her head

“A whipped ice cream please,” the customer asks. I begin to turn before a tiny giggle catches my attention, looking down,  I meet eyes with a small child. Her blonde hair is in two pink bobbles, pudgy cheeks covered with chocolate and large eyes already tainted with a sugar rush. “A child’s cone?” I ask,…

All will fear her sugar tantrum

The child leapt through the street, a smile spread across her cheeks, pearly whites flashing. Her tiny white boots echoed ominously, the pitter patter a weirdly terrifying noise. An alarm sounded, the faint noise coming from a golden bell situated at the centre of the village. Murmurs started to appear. “She is coming!” Screamed a…