Writings: Root Beer Float

Approximate Age:  15-16

"Get outta the way!" yelled the man.

The two children leaped to the floor and were surrounded by the sound of bullets being fired.

"Good Lord, it nearly gotcha," said the man.

They cleaned up the corpse and threw it to the basement.

The man sat down with the children.

Barricaded inside an ice cream parlour, there was little to do except stare at the wall and eat ice cream.

"We need food," said the man.  "Real food."

He opened the back door and hurried out.

"Now close it and board it up."  He disappeared around the corner.

The child did as told and boarded up the door.

Hours went by before they saw him again.  He walked slowly toward the back door and then stopped when he saw them.

They let him in and hurried to the tables to sit down.

"Your face is blue," said the little girl.  "What are you staring at?"

"Root beer float?" said the little boy from behind the counter.

The End.