Photostory Friday - Those Sweet, Final Moments

Side-by-side they stood, in all their sugary goodness. Having witnessed the devouring of each of their friends, they knew they were the fortunate ones. They also knew, with that boy in the house, their time together wouldn’t last.

And so it came without warning—the moment they feared.

A pause. He looked innocent enough.

And then…gone in an instant.

There she stood, all alone. Her small, sweet heart pounded with anticipation.

She could feel him eyeing her. If only she wasn’t so delicious.

Suddenly, she was in his hands. He was inhaling her delightful scent. She was no longer proud of her perfection.

He unwrapped her slowly, as if savoring each moment.

Suddenly, it was over. Her heart in his hand, the only thing left.

Her heart—a toy with which he played.

And those who witnessed the moments, would later report, “The boy was not sorry for what he had done.”

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