The Marshmellows
By sweetOkashi
It was a big table. With only four chairs. Only four chairs. A new chair was soon to be added. However, chairs were of no interest here. It was what was on the table. A nice, fresh bag of marshmellows. delicious, sweet marshmellows. each marshmellow symbolized a meaning, a feeling even. one marshmellow plucked from the bag was love. that one was on the bottom. another marshmellow was friendship. that one was somewhere in the middle. one marshmellow was trust. that was the marshmellow that was squished. there was always one of those. another marshmellow, lust. no matter what, it seemed i always picked out that marshmellow. again and again. the bag of marshmellows lay there. on a table that symbolized my family. each chair, a member. everytime time seemed empty, we'd take turns in picking out a marshmellow. what troubled me the most, was that everytime it was my turn to pick out a marshmellow... i always seemed to pick out lonliness. everyone else, picked out hate. Written December 29th, 2001 © on Dec 29 2001 09:53 AM PST 0 • 10
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