The door had been left ajar, an invitation to enter. It was cold; he hadn’t realized it would be quite that cold and he pulled his hand back quickly.
Grasping the handle, he studied the smeared fingerprints and eased the door open a little more. Boxes and packages were piled high. He gazed in wonder.
A familiar sight caught his eye. Filled with the joy of discovery, he reached inside. The silence was broken
” Put that ice cream back Micky,” his mother sighed. “I knew a fridge-freezer was a bad idea.”