September drabbles - 20

The children came home from school demanding to eat. “I want cookies,” said one. “I want cake.” “I want chocolate.”

Mom chopped up fruit and put it on a plate. But they wanted more. “I want candy,” said one. “I want ice-cream.” “I want apple pie.”

Mum chopped up carrots but the children still wanted more. “I want peanut butter.” “Jelly.” “Milk and juice.”

Mum brought a bowl of cherries out and the children reached for their treats. But the fruits dissolved in a puddle of goo with swarming ants underneath, and the children didn’t want them. Neither did Mom.

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