Time Travel

Time
Travel

On the day after Halloween,

a holiday Blaine considered to be the first of the unholy Trinity of eating holidays,

she sat at the dining room table peering at her bio 3K let sugar meter.

It was a bleary morning, and her face was focus tightened as the countdown flashed across the
screen.

Beep! Not good. “Damn you!” She said to the malevolent hunk
of plastic as if it cared about her chagrin. That thing! It was the eternal
petulant kindergartner of machines tattling the ugly truth of her misdeeds. It did
not care how many good and useful things she had done or attempted to do, the
truce was the truth. Who cares that you only ate one candy bar then hid the
rest so no one would get into them until there was another reason to give them
away? Remember the chocolate cupcake you didn’t turn away because the giver had
been so nice and very very excited to share? Esther Mark the truth. Also, there
was the second taco you hadn’t actually ordered and didn’t want, but Logan at the counter was
having a feud with the kitchen staff and you didn’t want to make his day worse.