The first day, the luminous green Twizzler was precariously perched astride a storm drain. Fifteen feet down the sidewalk, another lay ignominiously in harm’s way, in the middle of the walk. One block down, the last Twizzler to be spotted, lay in the grass.
What mischief was afoot? A morse code of space and Twizzler? Accidental loss? Or intentional toss?
Day two, the first Twizzler had lofted itself back onto the safety of the sidewalk, off the storm drain. The second Twizzler remained in place. The third, still a luminous shade of green-apple against half-brown grass, was half eaten – hopefully by critter, not child.
Day three found the first Twizzler again bridging space between drain and sidewalk. The stress must be considerable. The second Twizzler, no longer luminous, has taken on a chalky appearance, and whatever ate the first half of the third Twizzler, apparently came back to finish the job. And then there were two.
On the fourth day, the first Twizzler is showing the strain. Slimmer than ever, downright stringy, hanging again over the precipice of the storm drain. Twizzler number two remains unmoved, yet oddly, its chalky opacity has given way to a translucency not seen since its youth. Secret sauce or temperature variation?
Stay tuned for tomorrow’s Twizzler update.
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I will be forever in awe of your beautiful ability to see, really see, the world in all its wonder. Best wishes – Wes
Thank you Wes! So very kind of you to comment, best wishes to you as well.