How Sweet It Is

One year I spent Halloween in New York City. O Henry was the name of my taxi driver. I told him to Take 5 while I stopped in a candy store for some favorite candies to give out for the Trick or treaters I would encounter that night. My kids always loved Skittles and Nerds, but my husband prefers Kit Kat bars Now and Later. My choice has always been Mounds because I adore coconut. I paid the Chunky clerk and hurried back to to the taxi with my arms full of candy. It was already twilight as we passed 5th Avenue. Mr. Goodbar, my boss, was waiting for me at the hotel as we drove down an older Rocky Road. I was on a business trip, but I had time off to enjoy the evening on Halloween. I got into my Jolly Rancher costume. Pay Day left me with plenty of funds to give out candy to every kid making the rounds on the streets, so I intended to have a candy Spree with lots of Snickers. Some of the kids were little Smarties, but I still had fun passing out a Skor, Bar None. I passed Three Musketeers in gorgeous costumes on the street and as the night wore on and the Air Heads began to get scary, I had enough. I had Zero candy left anyway. I walked back to the hotel like a Slo Poke gazing up at our Galaxy, the Milky Way, and I viewed a Starburst which capped my night with Almond Joy! 10-10-18 How Sweet It Is Poetry Contest Sponsor: Carol Connell