Even after I realised I could do nothing to satisfy one of the most important people to me and I felt the seemingly burning tears streek down my flushed face, my mind stayed on the candy.
The butterscotch.
The shiney gold wrappers always managing to capture -- and hold -- my attention.
All piled on my bed side dresser.
Everytime I ate one, it ended up replaced.
It'd been that way for months.
The pile of golden-wrapped, sweet treats never diminishing or growing.
Always the same.
In fact, I'd just replaced three an hour or so before.
Seventeen in the pile.
Never more.
Never less.
I wiped my face with the back of my hand and looked away, expression worn and dull while my mind's gear turned slowly.
Cautiously.
Why didn't I ever eat all of the candy?
Why did I always keep it in stock?
Afraid of change?
Yes...
But everything changes.
It's natural.
Always changing.
But the candy never changed.
Always piled the same even.
Why hadn't I ever noticed before?
Pathetic.
I picked up a tiny treat and unwrapped it carefully, admiring the soft colour of the candy and noting the slightly sticky feel on the tips of my fingers.
I blinked once.
Twice.
....
I popped the candy into my mouth and chewed.
Sixteen.
From now on.
"Hah."
 Ookibuns · Sun Aug 21, 2005 @ 09:49am · 2 Comments |
