You Are What You Eat
It's Halloween night. Darleen was sitting moodily on the couch. Mascara smeared down her cheeks, a glass of red wine in one hand, a gigantic bag of candy from the nearest big box store in her lap. Surrounded by candy wrappers. Some cheesy black and white Halloween movie on TV, with the sound low. Kids have been ringing the doorbell all night but she has been ignoring them all night. She wasn't in the mood to deal with some other people's children, and besides, she just had a horrible break-up with her husband of 14 years. She deserves a night of self pity. That chocolate is hers. She got so sick of hearing the knocking and the ringing, she got up and turned all the lights off in the house and dragged all the decorations in off the front porch.