SC - Hard CandyShe's not exactly one for sweets.SC - Hard Candy in Short Stories More Like This
She doesn't like caramels, or creams, or sugar of any kind. It's odd, she thinks, because she has a distinct memory of sitting on the floor of her parents' house, downing Pixi Stix and wearing dozens of Ring Pops, pretending that each came from a prince or a movie star or a millionaire; someone who was handsome and rich and would whisk her away to far-off destinations, where she'd be lavished with every single indulgence she desired.
She wonders when that changed.
She thinks she knows.
Coca-Cola makes her sick now. It's hazy and cloudy, but she can almost piece together why. She remembers sitting in a sleazy bar, twirling her fake ID between her fingers, feeling a strange sense of pride whenever it clacked up against her blood-red acrylics.
He was sweet too, she kind of remembers. She remembers he had a silky voice, and straight white teeth, and a charming way about him.
She remembers he bought her a Roy Rogers. She remembers how he strung her along fo