"Mom?" Edmund calls.
Not in the kitchen.
He takes another step in.
"Hello?" Another step in just to make sure.
No ones in here, he thinks.
He tip toes to the pantry because he knows Peter is studying in the dining room.
Once the door of the pantry is open he starts rummaging looking for the beloved box of Turkish Delights. Ah ha! Here they are!
The first time he had tasted the gooey in side of the treat he thought he had died and gone to heaven. Mrs. Pickles had made them for a picnic on Sunday. At first Edmund was apprehensive about trying one of red squares with powdery stuff on them, but one bight was all it took. He had pleaded with his mum to get the recopy from Mrs. Pickles. Being his mothers favorite it wasn't hard. Now he ate them all the time, he would do anything to a Jel-o square. In fact, he'd even betray a loved one for just one bight.
Kind of dark isn't it? Let me know what you all think. I was thinking about making a Mad Lib out of this like I did afew other times, would you like that? If you would like me to do a mad lib and would like to help with it just put a random Noun, Adjectove, Verb and/or Name of Person.
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~Massy~