Candy Corn

The end. In the end, they started out on their journey. After all was said and done, he asked politely for a cookie. Yes, that would be splendid, he said. But I wasn’t offering you anything. No, of course not. I am lost in the spinning tops of sonic tantrums. Lacking a true bubble cup, I cannot, I dare never, I won’t. Only candy corn gets past the gestapo. Hah!

Author: Gordon S. Bowman III

Writer, Visual Artist, Blogger, Advocate

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