This Flasher story is inspired by, well, chocolate. I was working at my mom’s last winter while I was helping to look after my sister’s dog, and my mom gave me one of those round Lindt chocolates to have with my afternoon tea. So round… just like an eyeball.
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I don’t know what I would do without these little luxuries. They lift the spirit, and I think that’s important.
My supplier raised her prices recently, but it’s to be expected, given the state of things. I’m careful with my budget, and this is one vice I don’t know that I would ever be able to give up. I can skip the fancy coffees, the fresh avocados on toast, but I’ll die before I let anyone take away my chocolate.
Each round truffle is handcrafted to perfection, then swaddled in a golden wrapper. I put the small box in my fridge the moment it’s delivered. The physical experience, the mouthfeel, is just as important as the taste. The crunch of the outer chocolate shell giving way to the soft, smooth centre that oozes on my tongue.
I’ve tried chimpanzee, eagle, and dolphin eye chocolate, but nothing compares to human eyes. They are worth paying extra for.
