Sparkle, sparkle little twink for National Poetry Month

Another I learned from my Dad. A physics poem...

Sparkle, sparkle, little twink
How the heck you are, I think.
Are you particle or are you wave?
I can't tell how you behave.

Fic: Marathon Bar

Title: Marathon Bar
Fandom: BtVS
Characters: Willow, Jesse, Xander
Rating: G
Notes: Drabble written for a prompt at open_on_sunday: Marathon

They sat just outside the store. Xander and Jesse were so upset they hadn’t even bought any candy. “Discontinued,” Jesse mourned.

Willow stood and told them to come on. They looked at each other, shrugged, and followed her home. When Willow opened her candy drawer, Xander’s jaw dropped open at the sight of the bright red wrapper. “But there aren’t any more,” he whispered.

“I want you two to have it,” she told them.

They both shook their heads. Willow, resolve-face firmly in place, cut the Marathon bar into three equal pieces. “It’s like magic,” Jesse whispered before biting down.