Flash story

The cool air swirls around me as I shut the door. I can taste all the different flavors through my nose. I take a big whiff of it all. The hundreds of styles all sit in their chilled buckets, ready to be scooped up and meet my taste buds. I observe the many different textures and colors of the cold treat, wondering which one will be mine. I decide on a classic white and creamy dessert. I ask the lady behind the counter to scoop me up some and put it in a cone. As the sprinkles shine on top, I open my mouth and taste the cold, delicious sensation.