My punishment would be fierce; of this I was
certain. Still, I could not stop myself.
The gift had been meant for both of us, but now it
was ruined by my sister’s rush to lay claim to all the very best pieces first,
including the ones with the dark spreckles on top that she knew were my
favorites.
Chocolate-covered orange cream bon-bons; sweet
maple wrapped in white chocolate; lemon, fudge, and cherry fillings – she had
bitten into each one, leaving for me only the defiled leftovers that had not
met her fancy and, as if that wasn’t enough, a box full of empty brown wrappers
that I am sure was only meant to taunt me.
I watched as, suspecting nothing, she eagerly dug
into the bar of tiny chocolate squares from our parents’ medicine cabinet that
I had so beautifully re-wrapped and left by her bedside… and then I waited.
This post
from the prompt Five Sentence Fiction prompt “pieces.”
