The Trike Returns:
Ring
Pia Cruz
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Delicious Delight
I heard their echoism from eight feet back; a roaring stench of sumptuous éclairs. Penniless, I partially paced towards them, planning to pinch one from their perfect circle. Someone had troubled to wrought a ring with them. Surely one would be sorely missed if stolen -- the ring would be broken.
I eyed the ambrosial cream puffing out the sides. I could taste the tempting chocolate. Its surface seemed moistened with the afternoon's humidity -- ready to melt in the mouth like margarine.
I glanced about. There were too few people to notice, to suspect me of kleptomania. The baker was in the back boxing bread buns.
Fingers fastened around their squishy sides, slipping remaining remnants inwards on the tray, so that the ring would appear unnaturally unbroken.
They were only small morsels -- puff pastries prettied on a pink doily -- a mere mouthful or more -- a swift swallow. The evidence, quickly quelled to a quotable zero!
The baker came out and slyly smiled. She licked her thumb and wiped the left corner of my lips.
"You can't walk out with chocolate stains, love."
I hung my head in stolen shame.
"No, mom."
~Pia Cruz
Pia graduated with a BA Honors from the University of Wales, writes fiction from her home in New York, and attends biweekly creative writing meetings. Website. Email.
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This page updated August 31, 2002.