28 July 2014

The fallen cream puff

This morning, my family and I decide to purchase pastries from a bakery in Rome. Once at our apartment door, I withdraw my brother's chocolate cream puff from the paper bag and present it to him.

Suddenly gravity kicks in, knocking the cream puff from my hand. I swing up my left hand to catch it and only succeed in smacking it to the side against my right hand before it tumbles to the floor.

My eyes widen as I stare down at the fallen cream puff, horrified. I look back up at my brother's impassive expression.

He kneels down calmly, retrieves his cream puff, and stuffs it into his sizable mouth. Then he turns and walks into the apartment, leaving me grimacing with a new kind of horror.