Just a little something.
I can't think of anything in the fridge or pantry that sounds good.
And then I see the Easter basket on the counter. Elli is in school. She won't notice if I take a few pieces of candy.
I stretch in my chair to see if I can reach it without getting up. I reach as far as I can without tipping over in the chair but it's just out of reach. Bummer.
I stare at the basket for a few seconds then get up to see what's inside. There are at least a dozen plastic eggs, chocolate rocks, gummy bears, gum, cherry sours, M&Ms, jolly ranchers, chocolate eggs, bunnies and kisses. Oh, yeah. So I start shaking eggs.
I open a purple plastic egg. It's full of light-orange jelly beans. I eat a few. They taste like tangerine. Perfect.
I go back to my computer at the kitchen table. But I can't stop thinking about candy. Now I need some chocolate. I know she got some chocolate eggs so I go back to the basket and open a few more plastic eggs to find some chocolate. Bingo. Three chocolate eggs.
I open them up one-by-one. I let them melt in my mouth. I barely remember eating the last one.
Then I grab a tiny bag of gummy bears and a few Hershey kisses.
Ok. Now I'm done. Back to my chair.
I sit down, cross my leg, rest my head on my hand and stare at the screen. My post is going nowhere. So I go on Facebook.
I'm restless. All the noises outside are distracting me. And the dog keeps barking. "What!?" I snap at the dog.
I get back up and get some water. And while I'm up I randomly grab another plastic egg. One of the big ones. It's heavy and full of jelly beans. I crack it open at the table and let a few spill out. I switch to Twitter and finish the jelly beans.
Now the table is full of shiny wrappers, empty plastic eggs and I feel sick. I can feel a crease in my gut. Ugh, I feel gross. I think the candy is stuck in my stomach. Or maybe I drank too much water.
And then I panic.
Elli is smart and a candy freak. She will know stuff is missing.
I bury the wrappers in the master bedroom trash and shuffle candy around in their baskets to fill the empty eggs.
And the worst part? I got caught. Elli decided to surprise me and empty the trash for trash day. Guess what she found. Yeah, I suck.
And now I owe her candy the next time we go to the movies.
This week's TRDC prompt was to write a story about gluttony. It could be fiction or non-fiction. 600 words max. I did steal some candy. How much? I'll never tell.