Happy Birthday Lilybelle!!
I wrote a little story about my continued misdaventures with baked goods.
If it makes you smile on your birthday, consider it a gift.
It had been three weeks since my last visit to Candy Town. It felt more like three years.
The toll of that summer night had given me a hangover into the fall. I was tired of waiting for the cookies to do something. I was tired of waiting to find out if I was too late. Most of all I was just tired of waiting.
I made sure to wear something that would allow me to put them off their guard.
As I approached the candy cane lined main drag of Candy Town the jawbreakers meant to keep my kind out rolled up on me. They were unfurling their licorice whips with an expectant air. Like they knew I was coming.
The older gumball whose factory shine had been worn to a matte finish; you could see the years in the small cracks in his candy coating said, “You know you’re not wanted here. Not after last time.”
I told him, “I’m back because of last time. Because you aren’t doing anything to help.”
The old piece of candy just laughed with an edge of contempt and said, “Who are you to tell us what to do? You don’t have a speck of sugar in your body and that’s what it takes to make it here in Candy Town. You do smell like one of us. How is that possible?”
I wasn’t going to give up my secret, Possets The Gingerbread Crackhouse was providing the distraction I needed. It was also my destination.
I sneered at the senior gumball, “What’s wrong old man your sense of smell going?”
Just then the younger jawbreaker flicked his licorice strand at my head. I caught the sticky rope and pulled sending him rolling into the street.
His partner blocked my way and I knew he wouldn’t be so easy.
I could feel my sense of control slipping. These damn cookies they keep themselves apart but I know one of them doesn’t want to be there.
Just then my partner Sakecat22 grabbed my shoulder. “What are you doing here? Captain Osborne told you to stay out of Candy Town.”
Just then I could see her. I caught a whiff of her raspberry bouquet. I yelled, “Linzer!”
It was then the older jawbreaker caught me across the face with his licorice whip and I fell to the street.
The Gingerbread Man showed up and looked at me shaking his head, “I never should’ve brought you down here. She would’ve never known what it was like. Now there isn’t anything to do but get rid of her and it’s all your fault.”
I could see them boxing her up for sale somewhere out of my reach. I heard the moan starting deep in my body.
GM looked at my partner and told her, “Get him out of here. Keep reminding him there’s nothing to come back to”
Sakecat22 stood in front of me and grabbed me around my waist pushing me away from the sickeningly sweet sugar.
She kept telling me, “Forget it Metro Man, its Candy Town.”