Hard Sell

At the kiosk, you stand in front of the vendor’s hive of sweets. From a certain angle, the vendor himself looks like a cone of spun sugar on a spindle of legs. Edible. In the honeycombs of his display, there are pounds and inches wherever there is greed and gluttony, so don’t be surprised when a twirl of pink floss escapes its funnel, floating like a kite into the clouds, and the vendor wonders what it will cost to break your resolve. You stick out your tongue to catch a skyfall of sugar you won’t have to pay him for. 

bio

Cheryl Snell’s books include several poetry collections and the novels of her Bombay Trilogy. Her most recent writing has appeared in Does It Have Pockets? Switch,Your Impossible Voice, and others. Her work has also appeared in several anthologies including a Best of the Net. She has been nominated for Pushcart, Best Small Fictions, and BOTN awards. A classical pianist, she lives in Maryland.