A Fudgesicle on a Cold Morning

The wrapper of the fudge popped crinkled in the already cold room. I already had shivers going up and down my arms creating goose bumps as I held the Blue Bunny Big Fudge Bar.  As I pulled open the end of the wrapper it made a screeching sound. I grabbed the fudge bar out of the wrapper I saw that it had ice chips stuck to it. This didn’t give me much hope for my goose bumps going away. The touch of the fudge bar on my lips gave a cool sensation. It felt like I had been outside in a Minnesota snow storm without a scarf. My first bite sent a shiver through my spine. It wasn’t a pleasant shiver, but the type that cools a person to the bone. I’ve never been able to bite into ice cream or popsicles. My grandma used to give my cousins and I fudgesicles on hot summer afternoons. When the cooling sensation provided by cold treats feels more pleasant. My cousins and I would look forward to the cold chocolatey treat every time we went to her house. Only in the past 5 years has she stopped stocking her freezer with cold desserts. However, he treat drawer remains in use for my younger cousins. I remember the fudgesicles of summer afternoons tasting better than these. The fudgesicle drips on table, leaving a milky brown spot on the gray top. The milky brown color resembles the flavor. It doesn’t taste much like chocolate. It’s just leaves my tastebuds cold. I realize that I have to start eating it faster before it entirely melts. Avoiding my teeth and any more shivers I finish the fudgsicle. I feel the grain of the wooden popsicle stick on my lips. The familiar fear of slivers flashes through my brain. I put the popsicle stick back in the wrapper not in favor of the taste of the wood.


  1. So, is there a correct spelling for fudgesicle?

  2. “I’ve never been able to bite into ice cream or popsicles.” That sentence begins a real nice middle section. A fudgesickle isn’t just a fudgsickle. It holds memories. The last two sentences project a concise image. Nice.