An Angel was on my tail, i knew it from the start of the day. They were surely wanting to shut down my business, probably expecting it to be like all the other demons; casinos, bars. But my business was not created of sin, only passion. For ice cream.

This Angel was in for a shock when they would soon come to realise my business was not like any other demon’s.

I wanted to share the delicacy that is flavoured frozen cream to the rest of Queens. It was good business, it seemed to be a fan favourite, and was rather successful. We cared about our customers and their input, we had options for all intolerances and allergies, and plenty of alcoholic ice creams for the adults.

I saw the shock in the Angel’s eyes as they looked up at the sign that hung over the building. Stanley’s Ice-Creamery. I smiled when i heard the little bell ring, and as the Angel walked in, I welcomed them.

“What flavour would you like, dear?”