Darragh M. // COOKIE

The stinging smell of coffee beans surround us
We wait in line to pay

The chocolate chip cookie sits in it’s glass jar,
Untouched, full of sugary goodness.

I beg and plead, but my mother won’t budge

All I ask is for this one cookie.
It has been a hard day

This cookie is the holy grail
And my quest is to retrieve it
I want this cookie more than anything else at that moment.

But she doesn’t want to hear it.

A dark gloomy rain cloud appeared over my head,
Rain running down my face