Blog #3: The Cinnamon Bear

As Abby gabbed to me, I peered over my shoulder and surveyed the people around us. An elderly woman slowly pushing a shopping cart loaded with cans of Cat food, a ginger lady that looked about my Mother’s age filling a bag filled with M&M’s and then a Win-Co worker in a red vest strolled by. He was a bland person, one of those average joes that don’t stand out and you can’t remember their features. I raised my eyebrows and smiled meagerly at him turning back around towards Abby. She kept chattering about her boyfriend Nick until I scanned back over my shoulder to see if the worker had left. As soon as he did, I popped a chocolate covered cinnamon bear in my mouth. It was rich yet fiery and thrilling. Perked up all my taste buds. She didn’t even see me do it. No one saw me do it. No one will ever know. She kept waving her hands around telling this exaggerated story as I looked through the rest of the candy. Licorice? Sour Jacks? Kisses? Wait, yes. Sour Jacks. As she scooped some candy ropes into a bag I popped a Sour Jack into my mouth. I couldn’t help but smiling as I listened to her boring story, chewing my prize slowly. This one spoke to the sides of my tongue, making it flutter with sourness. I worked hard to keep my face composed. My chest began to flutter and I wanted to keep going and going. It all tasted so wonderfully. My cheeks started to get rosy and my fingers tingled. I wanted one of each. I tossed around the idea in my head on if what I was doing was morally wrong. I couldn’t come to an answer. I still had the sugary grinds on my tongue left over from the bright green Sour Jack as I realized that there were no signs that said sampling the candy wasn’t allowed. Abby looked directly at me while finishing up her story as I bravely grabbed another chocolate covered cinnamon bear and popped it in my mouth. I winked at her and started walking away. She said nothing but simply started chuckling to herself.