For Fandango's Story Starter #152 Anna always hated chocolate, so she was surprised and a little confused to find herself standing outside of the quaint chocolate shop on the outskirts of town just after sunset. It was cold that night and it …
Photo A.M. Moscoso Rogers' Chocolates Victoria BC 2017
Anna always hated chocolate, so she was surprised and a little confused to find herself standing outside of the quaint chocolate shop on the outskirts of town just after sunset.
It was cold that night and it was going to snow. She could feel it in her bones. She could smell it.
She put her hand to the back of her neck, she licked her lips. She reached for the door and before she could pull it open she stepped back.
" What are you doing? " she scolded herself. " You hate chocolate. You don't like the smell or the way it coats your teeth. You despise the way you are forced- forced to run your tongue around your mouth and are made taste it yet again in order to get rid of it. Step away from the door. Turn around and leave! You hate chocolate!"
Anna turned away from the door. She took one step. Then she took another. She was walking now, not slinking, not running, but taking confident brisk steps away from the Chocolate shop.
Then she stopped in front of the window.
The Chocolate shop was decorated for Christmas.
There was a toy train in the window, there were nutcrackers and angels holding candles from the tops of the shelves to the corner of the store, and there were lines of people- tired distracted people waiting patiently for their turn at the cash registers at the counters for their free samples.
Anna stopped at the window. She pushed her face against the glass.
Her mouth was watering.
She hated chocolate- she hated chocolate with a passion.
The door swung open and shoppers with bags and boxes of chocolate stopped out of the store and some went inside
Anna closed her eyes and she allowed the smells from the shop to flood her senses.
Anna, as I have said hated chocolate.
Her tongue darted out of her mouth and she licked the cold window and she closed her eyes and she opened them and she told herself how much she hated chocolate-
her eyes followed one shopper and then another and another-
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