Regina Hernandez

Sandy's Candies

Start writing... This was it! It had to stop! This addiction would kill her! Here Martina stood, naked in her kitchen with chocolate cake crumbs scattered across her lips afraid to look down at the scale. She did not want to see the number. She had just inhaled another piece of delicious triple chocolate cake topped with mint chocolate shavings and filled with maraschino cherries from Sandy's Candies, her go-to chocolate shop. When she sat down on her sofa to watch some tv the button on her pants burst off, it flew across the room and landed in the kitchen with a sickening clink. She jumped up and ran to the hallway closet to dig out her scale. It was crammed in the bottom under mounds of unused sports equipment racquets, a softball bat, boxing gloves, of course multiple shoes that were little more than one time use such as snow boots, ballet slippers, snorkeling flippers. She stripped off her clothes in the middle of her breakdown and threw her unfastenable pants straight into the trash bin. She would not mend them. Those pants were dead to her.