The last thing Anna said before leaving was, “Keep your hands out of my cookie jar!”
I wanted to ask why, but being the compliant person I am, I smiled, kissed her on the nose and said, “Whatever you say dear,” and in turn, she kissed my forehead, ruffled my unkempt hair, and walked out the front door, on her way to work.
It’s funny, but even after all this time, I’m still unsure what she does “at work.”
Well…yes…of course we’ve discussed it, however, her answers were so vague, I was always left feeling flabbergasted.
I mean, really…what could one say to…
“Honey, you wouldn’t believe me if I told you. Honestly, the most I can say is, what I do is very important to human kind. Sometimes, I may have to bring work home with me, but for your sake, it’ll be on the rare occasion.”
I must have had an idiotic look upon my face, because she laughed wickedly, wooed me into her embrace and whispered, “C’mon darling, enough of this silly talk…make love to me…”
And that was the last time I asked about her “work.”
I stared at the closed-door, and began to laugh. I couldn’t believe it, she had just left and I was already missing her. Shaking my head, I walked back into the kitchen, and reached for the coffee pot. The coffee was strong and black, just the way I liked it. I sat at the bar, enjoying the bitterness in my cup, when my eyes rested upon the cookie jar.
“Keep your hands out of my cookie jar…” she had said, just before she left.
“Damn! I love your cookies!”
Running my hand through unruly, red curls, I pushed the hair from my face, and wondered just why the hell I couldn’t have one. I took another sip of coffee and thought about the last batch of cookies she had made. Oh my god…they were warm, soft and chewy and filled with dark chocolate chips. That night she and I had lain on a blanket, in front of the fire-place, and shared a whole plate full, along with one tall glass of milk. I remember laughing at her “milk-stache,” her blushing, and me kissing it from her face. We made love and afterwards finished off the rest of the cookies.
I took another swallow from my cup, knowing the bitterness would pair well with the sweetness in the cookie jar.
I couldn’t resist the temptation any longer. I reached for the cookie jar and pulled it forward to sit next to my coffee cup. Slowly I lifted the lid, closed my eyes with anticipation, and slipped my other hand inside, to search for the prize.
At that very moment something clamped upon my hand. I tried to pull it back, but it felt as if a million little needles had seized my flesh. Excruciating pain radiated from my captured hand. The pain traveled up my arm and settled upon the right side of my face.
Instinctively I slung my arm, and the cookie jar sailed across the room and didn’t stop until it crashed into the stone fireplace. My eyes immediately went to the source of pain, and I saw a scaly creature attached to my hand. Wild reptilian eyes stared at me, and its evil Cheshire grin, sunk beneath the softness of my flesh. Oozing around each jagged tooth was a river of my blood.
Horrified at the sight, I let loose a blood curdling scream, and tried in vain to pull the monster off with my other hand. Its response was to clamp even tighter, causing its teeth to crush the bones beneath. The pain, more than I could bear, caused me to fall limp to the floor, at which point the creature began to ravenously chew my hand.
Helpless, I felt myself slowly give way to unconsciousness, but before the darkness took me away, the front door opened…
“Damn it…not the cookie jar!”
And as I faded into oblivion I thought I heard Anna’s whisper…
“Note to self…never bring your work home…never again…”
(In participation of today’s Daily Prompt: Temptation)