Cookie Caper

Today's muse: Daily Writing Practice

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Cookie Caper

Reaching behind the box of granola and rice puffs, she pulled her emergency stash of double fudge cookies from the back of the cupboard. Selecting two chocolate sandwiches from the bag, she cradled them in her hand as though they were priceless Faberge eggs.

Halfway to her bedroom, she spun around and ran back to the kitchen to snatch four more cookies from the bag. “Screw it,” she muttered into the darkness, “the diet starts tomorrow.”