It's time again for Raven's Weekly Wordzzle (note the name change).  Like Boggle, it's meant to get our creative juices flowing. Participants are toincorporate the 10 words given in the challenge into a SHORT paragraph. Raven also offers a mini challenge for anyone opting for less words. You may also opt to use all the words in one story.

This week's 10 words are:  corner, cold-stone, rolex, sole, effortless, raindrops, eyebrow, speaker, amusing, leapt   

And for the mini: fluid, acreage, fasten, tripe, pages

I live around the corner from the newly opened ColdStone Creamery.  This ice cream joint is quite the new phenomenon around here.  As if drawn by magnets, the movie goers lineup effortlessly in a fluid line to get their share of frozen goodness.

Raindrops are no deterrent.  As the rain falls like large, fat tripe from the sky, the crowds only fuse into a tighter line, until they look like a giant unibrow fastened to the sidewalk.  The line is wrapped around the entire acreage of land that is the parlor's property all night long.

My envy knows no bounds as I push my shopping cart to and fro.  Yet not a single one turns a single eyebrow in my direction.  They are engrossed in the pages of the creamery's menu with choices that are more eclectic than the restaurant's next door.

What I wouldn't give for a decent meal these days.  In the days before the recession, things were easier.  People were less heartless.  Like the man who once gave me his Rolex in hopes that I could sell it to feed myself.  Little did he know that people like me could not step foot in a pawn shop without being frisked until even the soles of your feet were bare.  Nevertheless, as amusing as it was for me to carry around that Rolex, it finally got the better of me.  Imagine someone like me getting mugged?

Suddenly, my heart nearly leapt from my chest, as I was brought back to reality.  As I stood there in bewilderment, my eyes took on the speaker.  There she stood, no taller than four feet, with her outstretched hand and a dripping ice cream cone. 

"Here you go, Mr."  She said.  "It's for you, chocolate with Reeses in it... my favorite."

Then, as quickly as she had come, she disappeared.  As I stood on that corner, holding my beloved ice cream cone, I imagined with all my senses how my special treat would taste.  This was my chance to end it all, for I was deathly allergic to peanuts and of course I did not have an EpiPen.  

As my benefactor crossed the parking lot to her mother, I showed her my toothless grin.  She stood there waiting for me to eat it.  But I was not ready to go yet.  I still had unfinished business in this cruel world. 

Fortunately, her mother lacked her daughter's patience and dragged her away before she could see me reluctantly put that ice cream cone in the trash.  What a pity I couldn't trade it in for something less deadly.


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