rubbery, greenish, blackish
mouth watered
long and sleek of two inches upwards
the long worthy trek to find you, buy you and chew on you
how rewarding for a barefoot rickety girl
thorns left no mark in the mind yet on the little feet
tuck shop owner grinning at sight of his loyal rope customer
in an ensuing silent exchange of coins and rope
each turns their back
satisfied by their priced possession
in that instant – yummy rope dumped in a pocket away from approaching playmates
this was a secret possession
so loved it was for one mouth
enjoyed in a lonely corner behind mulberry trees
Tomorrow the same trip, an amazing event to look forward to.
At first I thought it was about monsters ( The first two lines, lol I started envisioning something from “Supernatural”.) I got a sense of foreboding and then upon completion and re-reading, I think I got the gist.
Who doesn’t love candy?
Beautifully woven lil story.