The Last Peep

The Last Peep: The refrigerator door was slightly ajar. If you were paying just half attention you could hear its friendly reminder in the form of a beeping sound, telling you to shut the door tightly. Corton Clay got up from his hard cushionless chair that was always at the ready, by his small round kitchen table. He went to secure the fridge door again. But as he stood there, he thought for a moment, then opened the door all the way. He peered in to see if there were any Peeps left in the small cardboard boxes he purchased on sale. Every year they became traditional leftovers from the Easter holiday. They were always sure to be on the store's markdown table by the checkout stand. Corton always waited until after Easter when the prices dropped. That’s when the Peeps started to firm up a bit. Then he would dutifully stick a few boxes of them in the refrigerator so they could become almost as hard as a rock. That’s when they were their most palate pleasing. 

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Corton Clay lived in Visalia California. His grandmother used to tell him that Clay St. in San Francisco was named after his great grandfather that lived through the 1906 earthquake. Interestingly enough, she also told him that his great grandfather was good friends with the famous photographer Ansel Adams. Which Corton was very proud to tell anybody that liked photography, and would listen to his story. His grandmother, Bethany Clay, actually had some original prints by Ansel Adams. Corton had always hoped that someday she would give them to him. Not that he would ever want to sell them, but just to remember his grandfather by, and keep the family treasure together.

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