Short Story: The Sweetie

Short Story: The Sweetie

"Riff raff riff."

The rustle of the wrapping resounds in the empty flat and echoes in my brain triggering a Pavlovian reaction.

I am salivating profusely when the wrapping finally opens and the sweet-sour smell of raspberry hits my nostrils.

"Mhmhh."

I anticipate the pleasure.

The sweetie looks very small, puny but very red and shiny like a tropical flower.

It feels sticky and rough in my fingers… very inviting.

I rush it to my mouth; the sweetness fills my tongue and the sourness tenses my tonsils.

It provokes in me a sudden wave of happiness and I start laughing, laughing in big bursts until my tummy aches.

Suddenly the damned thing, like an insect, crawls into my throat and slips deep down.

"Cough!"

I can't… bre-athe…

In panic, I realize I am alone in the flat…

I can't…

I am forced to silence, and start to loose consciousness…