Tumbling over the cracks

When I got to the end destination of the subway — my end destination anyway, there were other stops after that — I was both early and hungry. It was a bit past four and my breakfast had been two slices of bread some hours earlier. Hunger! The stomach growled. It was the bark of a small dog, but even those can bite you hard if they aim properly.

Giving into the fear, I lurched into the shop nearby. It was a good choice, they had chocolate chip cookies on sale. Hardly any time spent in the line, I had paid and opened up the box. They were Good Cookies™.

The cell phone made the sound of a Tardis and it informed me that “going to be a bit late”. I shrugged and ate another cookie, with the hunger subsiding I could wait. Then it happened. The cookie cracked and most of it landed on the floor. The subway floor. With dust, and shoes, and probably small animals. Fuck. This is what nightmares are made off: 85% of a cookie rendered inedible and I can blame no-one. It was gone. Mutated into something evil, and it took less than a second. Wonder if it’s still there, plotting horrible things.

_{(Fittingly enough, this was my 666th post here.)}