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Ice Cream or Moxie

August 11, 2017 by Guest Author 22 Comments

Kristy Gherlone was born and raised in northern Maine, where she worked on Katahdin, and as an Early Interventionist for children with autism. Currently, she is sitting around making up stories in New Hampshire. You can find her on Facebook, Twitter (@KGherlone), and Instagram (@Kgood_37).

Ice Cream or Moxie

In the heat of the summer, back when Willow’s mother slipped in and out of lunacy, sometimes she’d wake up at night to find her sitting on the edge of her bed. She’d whisper, “I’m in the mood for something sweet. Let’s walk to Mulberry’s. It’s a good night for ice cream.”

Willow would search her eyes. If they seemed contented, she would slide out of bed and allow herself to be pulled out into the dark.

Mulberry’s was a hike, but electric energy buzzed through her mother as they walked along. It felt like carnival rides and fireworks. Like parades and Christmas. The feeling was catching. It felt like she could walk until dawn without getting tired.

All at once, Willow wanted to skip and run! She wanted to laugh out loud and dance around, but didn’t. Instead, she stayed silent, letting the humid air wrap around her shoulders, while her mother gushed on and on about the things they were going do that summer.

They would go to the ocean and eat lobsters! They would climb the mountain and rent a cabin at the lake! They would have picnics at the park and go to the town pool every day! Willow wanted to get excited about those things, but couldn’t.

Her mother would stop to point out stars. She’d show her the Milky Way and the Big Dipper. Then she would begin to tell Willow about the sky in Arizona, where she’d grown up. “You should have seen all those stars. There were millions of them out there in the desert. I swear you could see all the way to heaven, if you wanted to.”

Willow’s stomach would tighten.

“Sometimes, I wish I’d never left. I wish …” her mother would say, her feet slowing.

Luna Moths danced around the street lamps overhead, attracted by the light and warmth. Sometimes, Willow felt like a Luna Moth, lured into the brightness only to get burned.

“I wish …”

Willow could hear motorcycles and cars zipping up and down Main Street. “We’re almost there. Thanks for bringing me! It is a good night for ice cream,” she would say, trying to lighten the mood again, if it wasn’t too late.

“… I wish I’d never met your father … What? What did you say, Willow?”

“We’re almost to the store.”

“What? Oh. Well, I’m not getting ice cream. I think I’ll have a Moxie instead.”

Willow’s mother drank Moxie when her mood was changing. She said it reminded her of how bitter life could be.

A few doors down from Mulberry’s, there was a bar. There were always a few people milling around out front smoking cigarettes.

Willow would try to pull her mother into the store before anything bad could happen.

“I bet your father’s in there. I bet he’s with a woman,” she’d hiss, her eyes growing dark.

“I can’t decide if I want a Strawberry Shortcake or a Crunch. What do you think?” Willow would ask, starting up the steps.

“Oh, I don’t care what you get! As a matter of fact, if you want ice cream so badly, you should go ask your father! Why do I have to pay for everything while he’s out having a grand old time?”

“I don’t know,” Willow would say.

“Just forget it. I’m not in the mood now. Let’s go,” her mother would say, whipping around and storming towards home.

Willow walked alone on the return, her mother having retreated inside of her own mind. She’d call out, spitting questions, and slinging insults at people who weren’t there. There were no promises of good things to come. Her energy was gone. It was catching. Willow would get so tired, it felt as if she could sleep for a week.

When they’d get back home, Willow would fall into bed. After a time, her mother would peek her head in through the door. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Maybe tomorrow we’ll try again.”

“Okay,” Willow would yawn. “That would be fun.”

“Willow?”

“Yeah?”

“Sometimes we do get ice cream, don’t we?”

“Sometimes we do and sometimes we get Moxie.”

“Oh, I don’t like Moxie. It’s so bitter,” Willow’s mother would say. “Ice cream is so much sweeter.”

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Comments

  1. Anna says

    August 11, 2017 at 11:19 am

    Beautifully written! I can feel myself walking in Willow’s shoes. Well done.

    Reply
    • Kristy Gherlone says

      August 11, 2017 at 4:23 pm

      Thank you very much Anna. I appreciate you taking the time to read.

      Reply
  2. Marie says

    August 11, 2017 at 11:30 am

    Ooh, this was beautifully written.
    But so, so tragic. I could relate so much to how Willow’s mother felt…so sad.
    Regards. Marie.

    Reply
    • Kristy Gherlone says

      August 11, 2017 at 4:30 pm

      Thanks, Marie, for reading and for the comment. It really is a sad story, displaying two victims of divorce.

      Reply
  3. Cindy says

    August 11, 2017 at 8:00 pm

    Intense story and well done. I felt the mother’s mood shift and felt bad for her. And poor Willow, growing up too fast, learning to read her mother and take care of her.

    Reply
    • Kristy Gherlon says

      August 12, 2017 at 11:10 am

      Thank you, for reading and your comments. It sounds like you really understood where I was going with it, which is great!

      Reply
  4. Deanna Webster says

    August 11, 2017 at 10:03 pm

    Painfully beautiful. So glad you are sharing your talents with an ever-widening audience, Kristy! Well done.

    Reply
    • Kristy Gherlon says

      August 12, 2017 at 9:36 am

      Thanks Deanna! I appreciate the support!

      Reply
  5. Rashmi Patel says

    August 12, 2017 at 5:55 am

    Impeccable reality…. I could feel the pain in the hearts. Undoubtedly one of the touching stories I read lately. Thanks Kristy!

    Reply
    • Kristy Gherlon says

      August 12, 2017 at 9:37 am

      Thanks for the lovely compliment, Rashmi. I’m so glad you took the time to read, and that you enjoyed it.

      Reply
  6. Andrea Tapley says

    August 12, 2017 at 8:35 am

    So very well written, and full of emotion. I found myself feeling for this little girl. Beautiful and so very sad at the same time. I loved it.

    Reply
    • Kristy Gherlon says

      August 12, 2017 at 9:38 am

      Thank you very much Andrea! I’m so glad you liked it!

      Reply
  7. kiki says

    August 12, 2017 at 2:45 pm

    Beautifully written. Left me hoping you will write a sequel short story about the father! Does he know he has a daughter?
    Will he rescue or reject her?

    Reply
    • Kristy Gherlone says

      August 14, 2017 at 6:17 am

      Thank you Kiki! Thanks for reading and for your comment. There probably won’t be a sequel for this story per-se, but you might see glimpses of Willow by other names and in other stories I have written such as Thief, and No Parking.

      Reply
  8. Robert Ranck says

    August 12, 2017 at 9:14 pm

    Kristy, this is an insightful and engaging story. The way it is carefully written draws out the tension and emotion in the right tempo.

    The redemption at the end is a really well done twist. I love it.

    Reply
    • Kristy Gherlone says

      August 14, 2017 at 6:18 am

      Thank you for the compliments on my story. I’m glad you liked it!

      Reply
  9. David M. Dresser Sr. says

    August 13, 2017 at 11:05 am

    I love the story. Willow is patient, understanding, and caring.
    I have compassion for the mother, she has a serious problem,
    suspect she has one, but cannot recognize it and while it dominates her mind,
    she struggles on. I recognize part of mother’s problem – same as mine, failing memory, mine placed on aging.
    I have a fictional world, but it’s strictly kept in the mind and out of the real world. Mother doesn’t have that ability. I truly hope this is fiction, not about Kristy.
    David of Dogpatch

    Reply
  10. Kristy Gherlone says

    August 14, 2017 at 6:21 am

    Thanks for reading, David. It sounds like you understood the story well. Willow’s story is fictional, however I think there are always elements of truth in every piece of writing. I’m sorry to hear about your mother. It is hard to watch our loved ones age. I hope you will share some of your fictional world when you’re ready.

    Reply
  11. Majidi says

    August 21, 2017 at 2:46 am

    Beautiful.

    Reply
    • Kristy Hall Gherlone says

      September 5, 2017 at 4:51 am

      Thank you!

      Reply
  12. Michael Pesant says

    September 1, 2017 at 2:56 pm

    This is beautifully done. I had to look up Moxie. I just love Willow saying “Sometimes we do and sometimes we get Moxie.”

    Reply
    • Kristy Hall Gherlone says

      September 5, 2017 at 4:52 am

      Thank you! I’m glad you enjoyed it!

      Reply

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