Kinder Joy - literally

Yesterday while my trusty Viking was writing about the experience of moving alone, we were out shopping. And what did we find at the Easter aisle at Tesco? KINDER JOY and that brought these „kinders” some joy.

It’s always such a great feeling to just find something from your childhood. One object, one smell, one taste, one sound and you’re back there for a moment. It’s like Marcel Proust's 'À la recherche du temps perdu’ (In Search of Lost Time).

Hmm… This is something I could work on for my second short story writing portfolio or a prompt for B-Side Inktober. Interesting.