Littlebit scowls, her teeth are covered with the
sticky gumdrop she’s eating. The package of candies is almost empty.
She was going to eat one piece each day; at 3:00 in
the afternoon; when she needs a little pick-me-up. How easily she agreed with
the idea but now she knows it is the troll’s plan. He’s a pipe-dream whisperer,
the tempter that won’t let her control her weight.
The troll knows his stuff.
But she has the gumdrops anyway, so why doesn’t she
just finish them?
No.
Well…okay.
Who said that? Why would she say that?
The troll lives in her.
