chocolate is a verb

colors, flavors, whims and other growing things

trying to write…4

The words heaped in the blue glass bowl. Not last Halloween’s leftover words, but dense, chocolaty, handmade truffles and melt-in-your-mouth caramels, tiny mints, intense and hard as pebbles, and chewy slices of sugared ginger. She sipped her coffee and reached her hand toward the bowl, leaning slightly, then nearly tumbling forward as, by some illusion, the words, and the bowl, and the table receded into the distance of deep perspective.

Shaken, she sat up and considered the bowl, which was right where it had been all along. And then she noticed that a single word was lying on the table, outside the bowl, just inches from her fingers. Cautious now, she extended her hand and picked it up. It was small and colorless, nibbled a bit at the edges, dust caught in the minute cracks between its folded contours. One word: the. As tasteless and bland and wilted as a bit of old cardboard, it lay on her palm, the muse’s offering.

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