“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.
This flash fiction is in response to the prompt over at 100 Word Challenge for Grownups
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!
No – I didn’t steal
not a cent
you offered it to me
like my favorite scent
I”m not sure
give me a moment
I know it’s a type of fleur
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