I reached into my left pocket to make the frozen blood flow in my fingers. I dug deeper into my jeans pocket and pictured myself sitting near a bonfire rather than walking through the one-inch-thick-snow-covered streets on my way from school. Then I felt something slimy and wet and mushy. I withdrew my hand and a pink-colored-thick-juice clung to my hand making my fingers stick to each other like they have been applied with Fevicol. I started to bring my fingers near my nose to smell them to know what in the world this thing was. It smelled like strawberry which has been kept in a closed jar for three months. I racked my brains and rewound my days to see if I could remember anything about it.
As my mind was racing I put my index finger into my mouth by habit. My finger tasted like strawberry-which-is-chewed-by-a-toddler-and-thrown-in-the-sand-and-then-rolled on Rin Soap and eaten again! I put my whole palm into my pocket and scooped up the remaining strawberry mush and then peered at it. The transparent wrapper was opened and a pink cylindrical object was inside it. Half of it was undamaged but the other half was hanging right out through the opening in the wrapper. I was about to put the undamaged half of the strawberry jelly in my mouth when I remembered that this jean was washed at least three times by my mother in the last month (which why it tasted like Rin soap.) I took one last hard look at the anonymous gift before I threw it into the sidewalk.