The Nutty Ones

It's been a good while since I've put anything on this blog. So here's something. I wrote it a couple of years ago, but it's a start--perhaps sharing a little will inspire something to flow out of my pen that I might "publish" here.

The Nutty Ones

Forrest Gump’s mama was dead wrong. Life ain’t like a box a chocolates, it is a box of chocolates. The days can be god-knows-what type of truffles—overwhelming and sickening—you wonder what sick bastard would place that in your path. Or when the caramel stretches for miles and miles and you question: is this ever going to end? You are glued to the never-ending day that started pleasurably but is now growing denser between your teeth, tighter around your tongue, closer to a gag than a gulp. And then, amidst the terrifying truffles, there are the turtles. The nutty ones. As if you weren’t nutty enough. As if you weren’t pokey enough. The chocolate can never simply be left plain, as God (seeing as you are God) intended. Yet, from the antsy race through the ick, to this pokey, this crunchy, this condoned before the start, yes, this silly turtle, allowing for the noting of the deep, dark chocolate, this is the one that has most surprised you.