I scream for Ice-cream

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A tongue-dangling leer draped the Sasquatch’s chin. He tilted his head, scrutinising me, greedy lips closed in. A flash of tongue whipped past my face. My rum-and-raisin ice-cream vanished without a trace. He chortled at my contorted guise and catapulted away.

Link up with Five sentence Fiction at Lillie McFerrin Writes. This week’s word is Hunger.

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