Easter's vengeance

When things ran out, there were the dregs, the junk that settled to the bottom.

It's all you have left, but is it worth it?

She looked down at the twin remnants that sat on her desk. Mocking her. Side by side, they whispered to her. She'd hate finishing them off, she would, but she couldn't just leave them!

All her other options were exhausted, but she still resisted. She stared at them for a long while, hating them as she always had. What cruel force had thrown them to her, anyhow? She certainly hadn't asked for them.

Call it fate. Call it luck. Call it probability. Call it God.

Whatever. They were there.

She stared.

I really, really hate apple Jolly Ranchers.