Red Candy

Rolling softly between her fingers a pair of Twizzlers waited to meet their destinies. She made them wait for nothing more than to glare at him standing just a ways away. Finally a nibble came and they felt no pain, no more than he standing just a ways a way. She never cared much for Twizzlers -- the feeling was mutual -- but she needed whatever she could find to roll soflty between those fingers and nibble just to make him wait, make him squirm, make him keep away just a ways away. She swallowed down that bit of Twizzle -- still feeling no pain -- and reached to bite again, when, he started towards her, moving in a bit of his own, closing in a bit too close. She stopped mid-gape, glanced to her Twizzled friends, whom she had never much cared for and the feeling was mutual, rolled them softly between her fingers, and looked back at him closing in a bit too close. She let her fingers fall lax and the partial pair of Twizzlers fell softly to the floor, feeling no pain, approaching their destinies. He closed in a bit more. She never once glanced at the floor. She never cared much for Twizzlers, and so they went and their destinies they met.