Revenge of the Jellybeans
by MG Ainsworth
With trepidation I add the last two ingredients to the pot. The contents turn red and begin to bubble and snap, sending sparks across the room. Soon the mixture begins to glow bathing the room in red light. I open the bag of yellow jelly beans. They are all banana flavored, his favorite flavor. They will be the instruments of my revenge. I cross my fingers and wish for success before dropping the first jelly bean into the pot. Bubbles form on the bean and it begins to glow. Slowly it rises from the liquid in the pot, a flaming hot yellow orb. It floats, waiting for my command. I drop the remaining of jelly beans into the pot and watch them rise and glow. I have a flaming jelly bean army at my command.
It’s 7 AM. He always showers at 7:15. I walk to his apartment, my army following. I stand outside the front door listening for the shower before using the key he’s forgotten I have to open the door. I send the beans into the apartment and will them to attack. I am rewarded thirty seconds later by the sight of him streaking out of his apartment, naked and wet, flaming banana jelly beans in pursuit. He reaches the street below crowded with morning commuters. As they begin to laugh and point my revenge is as sweet as the sugary yellow jellybeans he likes so much. No one cheats on me and gets away with it.