Once Upon a Chip

A chip shuffled across the counter. Not broken, not stale — just… missing something. It had seen other chips in big piles, buried under toppings, disappearing into mouths with fanfare.

But this chip? This chip didn’t feel complete. So it scooted. Past the salsa jar. Past the guacamole bowl. Past a clump of shredded lettuce it pretended not to judge.

It tried to fit with a dollop of sour cream — too slippery. A lonely jalapeño ring — too spicy. A black bean — nice enough, but no spark.

And then… there it was.

A warm, slow-moving puddle of melted cheese. The chip didn’t say anything. It just settled in. Warmth spread across its edges. And for the first time, it didn’t feel like it had to keep moving. It had found what it was looking for.

Even if it didn’t know it was looking. 

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