Flagrant Fragrant by Heron Djenne Canvasback

Senior Citizen's Cookies (comedy-thriller/drama)

I came to a nursing home to visit my grandma. Most of the inhabitants' rooms are austere, and the nonresidential areas are quaint.  I smelt the lip smacking pastries from the hallway of the third floor.

I opened the door of room 109, and sneak in. I walked into the small great room, and on the wooden square table was the cookie jar, and its mouthwatering aroma. I slipped my hand in, and grabbed a chocolate chip cookie. Just as I closed the lid, the old woman who owned the cookie jar and all of its contents came into her room. She stared at me, and didn't blink the slightest bit. I still wonder to this day if she recognized me. I thought, she'd already got me red-handed, and ate the cookie in three bits.

The homemade cookie melted in my mouth; it was soft and crunchy, just the way my granny makes them.  As soon as I had devoured it, I realized how possessive this lady was of her cookies. She threw everything within her wrinkly and short arms' reach at me. I don't know why I did this, but I picked up the cookie jar, and zoomed out the room. Never again would I steal what she makes or bakes. She ran after me abandoning her walker.

I went down the stairs, but she slid down the railing. I quickly sprinted back upstairs, but somehow she'd beaten me to the elevator. I ate some more cookies, and ran in another occupant's room. I shut the door, and heard snoring from the recliner. This room belonged to a napping senior citizen still holding the Sunday paper, and wearing his glasses. I scan his cookie jar; it's empty, and I frown. I see him stir and hurry through the fire escape. I hit the gas pedal of my car, and drove away like a madman. But those cookies were worth the trouble. I munch on the rest of them as I slow down, and enter the main road.

I guess I'll finish the visit with my granny later; right now she's not too happy with me. I'll buy her some new housecoats as a peace offering, after she takes her medicine. Now that I thought about it, maybe I should have knocked and asked.