Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Herkamer and Gertrude Doritos and Chocolate Covered Almonds Part 3

Yesterday Herkamer, after a trip to buy only milk at the grocery, purchased a bag of Doritos and a box of chocolate covered almonds, and although he was on a diet, these were his greatest temptation. The story left off with Herkamer eating only one of each of the tasty morsels.

Herkamer savored every moment of the taste of his one Dorito, and followed it with the smooth sensory sensation of the chocolate covered almond. When he finally gave the last crunch of the almond, he was completely satisfied. He had completed his resolve, and now he could drive to his home only eating one of each of his favorites. However, the bag and box seemed to begin talking again. Tiny little Doritos and chocolate covered almonds seemed to get louder and louder. “Eat us, eat us” they cried, and continued, “Don't leave us in this box, or bag, alone. We need you. We need you.”

With a longing request like that, Herkamer couldn't deny them, and began to acquiesce. With compromise after compromise Herkamer ate every one of the Doritos and each and every chocolate covered almond. He rushed through the bag, and tore through the box, and only stopped after he had wet his finger to get every crumb in site. Ahhh, such a relief! Such a satisfaction! Every one of them was eaten before he arrived home. As he pulled into his driveway, Herkamer smiled at himself in the rear view mirror, and noticed the stains on his lips from the Doritos. “Oh shoot!” he said softly and began to wipe feverishly around his lips to try to remove the stains. “That will have to do” he mumbled as he stepped out of the car proudly with the gallon of milk.

Herkamer entered the house where Gertrude came to meet him at the door. She gave him a welcome home kiss, and said, “Have you been eating Doritos?”She looked down at his shirt, and noticed a chocolate stain just below his chin and said, “and chocolate?” Herkamer's expression changed to guilt, and he said, …

Stay tuned for the end of the story tomorrow. Same blog time. Same blog page. Until tomorrow...Why Say more?

1 comment:

  1. I know just how he feels. I can't have ice cream in the house because it talks to me. REALLY Loudly!

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