Friday, August 31, 2018
He stared at the white, soft rolls, so foreign to him.
He reached out and touched the packaging, tickled the cheerful bear's chin.
Could this be the solution he'd been looking for?
Philip was goosebumps all over. His two favorite crispy snacks, in one bag. Visions of walking tacos, late nights watching television, parties – the possibilities made him dizzy. But as Philip tabulated his final bill, he realized that he didn't have the money in his account. He dug through his cart.
There had to be something here he didn't need.
Harold stopped. He stared. A row of boxes emblazoned with a red spoon stared back at him. A faint stirring of almost-forgotten ambition stirred in the pit of his stomach. He gently placed the Hershey's Brand Sliced Chocolate Créme Cake back on the shelf. The convenient, pre-sliced confectionery was no longer good enough, no longer appropriate for the new – no, not new, but very old Harold stirring within.
Tonight. Tonight, Harold would bake again.