Only one was real.
She swallowed, staring between the three. They sat there, tantalizingly waiting for her to reach out and pick one. “Can you hurry up?” her friend demanded.
“Sh!” She narrowed her eyes in on the three choices. “If I get this wrong…”
She ignored her friend’s grumbling and pointed at each of them. One out of three. She reached out and grabbed the chocolate ice cream cone.
Her hand went through it. “Shoot!”
Her friend laughed, looking out at the rest of the county fair. “Told you. Now let’s get some real food.”
Sadly, she left that booth and went to find lunch.