The Ice Cream Cone


He stared at the ice cream van with longing in his eyes. Unfurling his fingers to reveal a shiny ten rupee coin resting in his grubby palm. It was from the packet of pens he had sold earlier in the day outside the market. It wasn’t enough to buy himself an ice cream though. There was a tap on his shoulder. He turned around to find that man again, the one he had sold the pens to. He was smiling, holding out an ice cream cone in his hand. For him.

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