Not Your Average Trail of Breadcrumbs

A foggy morning last June, referred to as "June gloom" by witty weather personalities, forced me to wade through the maze of crippled sidewalks as I walked my eager dog. I remember wishing I had the ability to pluck out half his energy and throw it to the wolves so I wouldn't have to deal with it, but instead I just continued to let him tug me. 

Everything managed to look very mysterious, what with the low, thick marine layer blanketing the path. Garbage and forgotten dog poo were shrouded in mist making the place look damn near like a pristine fairy tale. Which is why it didn't strike me as odd when I saw the first bits of Fruit Loops sprinkled on the ground. 

As I continued on, the Fruit Loops were replaced by lollipops. Then gobstoppers.    

I was so intrigued I had to keep following to see what would come next. And I wasn't disappointed. There were Peeps, after the gobstoppers. And candy necklaces, after the Peeps. But what came next, stopped me in my tracks.

It was a teenager laying face down on the ground in a total sugar coma. 

I tried to revive him, but nothing but time was gonna bring him back. So, I retreated the way I came—grabbing a couple Peeps for myself on the way.