The Last Piece #Christmas #Flashfiction

“I’m always last,” the piece of chocolate thought.

Every year it’s always the same- She says, “Oh I like the caramel.” He exclaims, over the rum center, “Cheers.”

My dearest friend Molasses chip (Molly) tells me, with a mouth-watering smile, that I am fortunate. “You always get to see them open the presents, carve the turkey, and toast the day.” I only hear about the celebration from you!

So this year, I am bound and determined to keep my eye on the mistletoe and catch the sweethearts so that I can tell Molly about that celebration too.

Here’s to you fellow chocolates.

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This flash fiction is in response to the prompt over at  100 Word Challenge for Grownups 

She Tasted like Candy

This girl made my mouth water.

When I heard her name, my head would spin.

You don’t understand-my life was so mundane.

One day a week she would make all the difference in my world.

She really wasn’t that special, but to me she was all I would live for from Saturday to Saturday.

My lips would start feeling her against mine by Wednesday.

I would tell myself  “you need to get over this obsession – move on.”

When Saturday came, I was her faithful follower.

She knew I was coming.

I always wondered if she cared.

I was past caring though- for me I had to have her

to experience the ecstasy

of an entire hour with my luscious five-cent peppermint stick.

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I Took It!

I took it!

No – I didn’t steal

not a cent

you offered it to me

for real!

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like my favorite scent

which flower

I”m not  sure

give me a moment

I know it’s a type of  fleur

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Memories of the five and dime

candy for a cent

beauty in every sweet

can taste those flavors yet

*****

a fragrance greater  than a rose

desire beyond  confectionary treat

it was your love you sent

most  fragrant and sweet