Thursday, April 16, 2009

Bloody Peeps


It's 10:40 p.m., and I hear the distant rustling of candy wrappers. "Bloody Peeps," Ed mutters quietly, giving in to their pillowy softness and sandy sugared coating.
 
I enter the room. 
"Did you just say what I though you did?"
"Yes", he answers, his voice muffled by marshmallow.
"How many are left in the row?"
"Two."
"Give them to me."
I stare at them. They stare back. Eat me, they whisper.

That's it. The Peeps are going in the garbage. In the quiet of the night, my blood sugar racing, I can almost hear their muffled cries for help, clamoring for air under the refuse.

4 comments:

Fab Fisher Family said...

Peeps are evil! So evil and sugary and good. They also make great s'mores when you roast them over a flame.

paul jung said...

Cathy I think you might be loosing it... however your writing is excellent and have you thought of writing a piece on how Peeps could take over the world. I bet you will even have a cult following.
Note: didn't Mom call these little guys "Beeps"?

amanda said...

eat them either microwaved on a PAPER plate or a few days stale. Those are the only ways.

Adventurous Housewife said...

Ours were dipped in chocolate. Yum!