A Road Paved with Candy

She unfolds the crumpled neck of the brown paper bag and cups its bottom in her hand. A moment of stillness lets it remain upright until the point of liberation. The contents fall in no hurry, exiting randomly until only the bag remains. Spheres of green, yellow, red, and blue stream downward to the pavement below. Through the window, I gasp and tense forward. When all spheres are freed, she crumples the bag and throws it to the ground. My eyes fall to the sweet colorful delights, some bouncing, some rolling, and others traveling further down the road. My mouth waters and my heart races. They escape the bag and their intended fate, but their freedom seals a new destiny. The hard crush of devouring teeth will be replaced with a crush between rubber tires and asphalt. As we pull away, I see them settled, awaiting what is to come. I too am settled doing much the same.