Holding the Line

Stiff. Stuck down. No. I flexed, snapping my gelatin base free from the cool white counter with a tiny pop. Beside me, the green gummy was leaning in too close. Way too close. I shoved my shoulder hard against its translucent side, planting my stubby feet into the surface. It didn't budge, but neither did I. This spot is mine. I stood firm, teeth bared, ready for whatever moves next.