janiejanine
"I hate to be an alarmist, but I don't think this is going to make it." She surveyed the tottering structure with furrowed brow. The piles of garbage were about to fall over. Why did it cost so much to go to the dump?
She loved the combination of sweet and salty. That colorful shell, begging to be organized, admired, shining in the light. The crunch, the crackle of the bag. As she bit into it, the salt exploded into her mouth, tasting better than any lover she ever had. Pretzel M&Ms. Better than sex.