Sweet Memory

?by Emma Cox

?Do you remember those horrible black sweets you used to eat?? I asked
Paul as we snuggled up together on the sofa watching a television
programme about an old fashioned sweet shop.
?Liquorice??
?No, the other ones in the wrappers.?
He was silent for a moment, nose wrinkled as he tried to remember what
they were called. ?Oh,? he grinned. ?Black Jacks.?
?Yuck,? I screwed up my face.
?You pulled that face the day I got you to try one.?
?They were vile that?s why.?
?You always preferred the orange and pink ones??
I thought back to our childhood and the trips to the shops when we were
given twenty pence for some sweets. We would pick and mix from the tray in
the newsagents, a white paper bag crammed with a mixture of sweets by the
time we had done.
?Fruit Salads,? I replied, remembering the sweet tangy taste and how they
always stuck to my teeth no matter how many different ways I tried to eat
them.
?You always had an orange tongue afterwards.?
?Better than your black one,? I thought back to how Paul had once chased
me down the street we both lived on, threatening to lick me with his long
black tongue.
He laughed, obviously enjoying the same memory, and I gazed at his face.
It may have aged over twenty-five years but he was still a handsome man.
As we grew up all the girls at school had wanted to date him but he never
bothered about them, he?d only had eyes for me.
?Those sweets were the beginning of a lifetime of disagreements between
us,? I said.
?Surely you?re not blaming chewy sweets for your stubborn streak??
?I?m not stubborn.?
?Not much??
I glared at him. ?What about you and your rock music??
His eyes widened in horror. ?You disrespect the Def Leopard??
?Oh, is that what that rubbish is called??
?We bicker like cats and dogs.?
?We look like little and large,? I eyed him up and down taking in his six
foot two against my five foot four.
?We have nothing at all in common?? His tone became all serious.
?What are you trying to say?? I felt a knot tighten in my stomach. What
had happened to our friendly banter?
?Well,? Paul grinned, his twinkling eyes laughing at my worried face as he
pulled me closer to him. ?They do say that opposites attract.?