The Old Man’s Candy

I never should have taken the old man’s candy. “But Joseph,” he said, “it’s so juicy and sweet.” He popped one in his mouth. Chewed. Swallowed. Well, my eight-year-old brain reasoned, if he could eat it, so could I. I took one from his outstretched hand, examined the brown paper wrapper with interest, and asked, … Continue reading "The Old Man’s Candy"