Jerusha's Flash Fiction

Jerusha, another one who got caught up in the Flash Fiction challenge, sent this little piece to me today. Have a read!

Cones
By Jerusha
Dots. Thousands of bright red moving dots, in a curly line like the inside of a 'C' weave between blades of grass. The first, with pincers snapping open, shut(a child's hands clapping in glee) treads the grainy soil with six impatient feet. These feet do acrobatics so cunningly (in strange akimbo fashion) that they threaten to dislocate and come off. All a hair's breadth away from the ground.

Suddenly, these feet halt. Red dominos tilt backwards in an effort not to crush their front neighbours. There's a faint stirring in the ground beneath as their hoofs jar the first layer.

They leave their prick-prints behind, orbits in a galaxy of dirt, climbing onto the wet, slimy surface of a half-eaten banana. Sinking their teeths into the sweet pollen.

Five feet away, a child (red gums in full view, spittle wetting her lips from the effort) whines to her blonde mother Why can't we have ice-cream, but I want an ice-cream!