Early bird
Submitted by Tread L on 4/1/2010 7:18 AM
It was hardly past dawn, on a crisp spring morning. As I entered the local 24 hour market, I felt the swelling need to satisfy my vice. But, to my dismay, the candy aisle had a gaping hole where its heart should have been. The shelf marked Butterfinger lay cold and empty. Nothing was left for me to do, but sheepishly turn and leave the store, burden still in hand. Barely did I notice the night manager, the slight smile he was trying to hide, and the dab of chocolate at the corner of his mouth.