Unlickable

The lollipop was too danged hot. No matter where he tried to lick it, it was too hot for his mouth to handle. But he kept trying.

He hoped that maybe his taste buds would be singed into submission.

He hoped that he would somehow grow to like the taste of cayenne, sriracha, and wasabi mixed into a lollipop.

But it burned. Burned so much. Burned so hot. Burned so bad.

Tears welled up in his eyes and fell. Fell down his face. Fell onto the wedding announcement in the newspaper.

And he kept trying. Kept trying to like the painfully hot lollipop. Kept trying to convince his taste buds that it tasted just fine.

But more tears fell.

No matter how hard he tried, more tears fell.

They fell onto her smiling face.

April Writing Prompts – Putting My Feet in the Dirt

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