by Zach Smith
His hand had been
in the cookie jar; this point must be made clear.
There were fewer cookies in the cookie jar than
there had been earlier in the day, and no one had
been in the kitchen except him. He also had
cookie crumbs on his face. The most overwhelming
evidence was that his hand was still in the
cookie jar, and he was eating the cookies even as
were my cookies, I said. I was going
to give them to a friend.
didnt touch them, he calmly replied.
Yes you did,
your eating them now.
not, he said as he ate another. And
besides what makes them yours?
I made them.
didnt, I did, he said.
I made them
yesterday when you werent here.
you just give these cookies to a friend? If you
gave them directly to me then all three of us
would have more cookies, than this jar could hold.
doesnt make any sense, I said.
You know the
problem is eventually youll run out of
other peoples cookies to give away.
are my cookies, and youre the only one
Look, I need
these cookies to build up my strength to protect
from what? I asked.
people eating your cookies, he calmly
thats you, youre the only one eating
not, he said, while cookie crumbs fell from
dont even understand what youre
talking about any more, but I wont say
anything else because I dont want to offend
you. Can I at least get a cookie?
he said tipping the jar to show that there was
not a single cookie left.
You ate all
my cookies? I asked.
ate all the cookies. he said. Then he left
the kitchen, with a small pile of cookie crumbs
for me to clean up.
cleaning this mess up! I yelled, but he was
not around to hear me, and it didnt really
matter because I cleaned it up like I always do.