A Dish in Order

Three striped peppermints had rolled stray across the counter edge. Unacceptable. I crept past the breadbox, my head tilting sideways as I inspected the mess. One by one, I rolled the round sweets back into a small white ceramic saucer, nudging them into an exact triangle. In the center, I tapped my golden sucker once against the porcelain rim—tink. The circle is complete. A muffled hum buzzed in my throat, and everything rested proper under the dim night light.