The room is cluttered and dark, the upside down ice cream cone-shaped light fixture dangling in the middle of the tiny office extinguished. Boxes and boxes and boxes line the walls of the already cramped quarters, brown cardboard boxes labeled 'SAMPLE SPOONS' and 'BIG SCOOP CUPS' mixed up with banker boxes stamped with the Elflock Falls city seal.
Shoved in the corner of the room is a desk, old and creaky and missing a leg, stacks of papers scattered across. Bank statements for the Zippy Dip, letterhead for THE OFFICE OF THE MAYOR OF ELFLOCK FALLS, ZIPPARY ZEBROWSKI, a custom notepad for notes From the Zip's Lips!—the office's occupant, Zippy Zebrowski, shoves them all away to reveal a handwritten page in a cramped, clumsy scribble.
"Heavy hearts bring us here today, Elflock Falls..." Zippy starts to read, quietly, under his breath. But he stops. His breath catches, his lips hang, and he slaps the paper down again.
There's a single, hard rap on the door. Zippy looks up and stares, at the door and at the calendar hanging on the backside of it. A looping picture of a triple scoop ice cream cone tumbling through the air hangs over the month of May, and the bright colors flash through the dark and dusky little room.
Zippy doesn't answer. The rap comes again, and then silence.
MEMORY: After The Sealing
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The room is cluttered and dark, the upside down ice cream cone-shaped light fixture dangling in the middle of the tiny office extinguished. Boxes and boxes and boxes line the walls of the already cramped quarters, brown cardboard boxes labeled 'SAMPLE SPOONS' and 'BIG SCOOP CUPS' mixed up with banker boxes stamped with the Elflock Falls city seal.
Shoved in the corner of the room is a desk, old and creaky and missing a leg, stacks of papers scattered across. Bank statements for the Zippy Dip, letterhead for THE OFFICE OF THE MAYOR OF ELFLOCK FALLS, ZIPPARY ZEBROWSKI, a custom notepad for notes From the Zip's Lips!—the office's occupant, Zippy Zebrowski, shoves them all away to reveal a handwritten page in a cramped, clumsy scribble.
"Heavy hearts bring us here today, Elflock Falls..." Zippy starts to read, quietly, under his breath. But he stops. His breath catches, his lips hang, and he slaps the paper down again.
There's a single, hard rap on the door. Zippy looks up and stares, at the door and at the calendar hanging on the backside of it. A looping picture of a triple scoop ice cream cone tumbling through the air hangs over the month of May, and the bright colors flash through the dark and dusky little room.
Zippy doesn't answer. The rap comes again, and then silence.