It was a sad day for Hilda and Murphy. They had been married for eleven years and things hadn’t worked out very well. It’s not that they argued; it was more that they had nothing to say and the silence was stressful. More and more stressful. In the end they did talk, and with mild enthusiasm – they would go their separate ways. The decision brought both sadness and relief. There were no children; not that they hadn’t tried. This was liberation of sorts.
Hilda booked a bus to a neighbouring town. In fact, it was the town where she worked. She had rented a small cottage. Murphy would stay where they had been.
Well, Murphy shopped around and bought a big box of chocolates as a sort of farewell gift. Hilda loved chocolates. She didn’t realize that chocolates could come in such a big box!
What a dismal failure. Off Hilda went, chocolates and all. Not a month had passed before she went back to the original house. She had brought the chocolates with her – unopened.
They opened them.
There was much to tell.
No one could shut them up.
Haha! Very good point.
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Thanks. It’s amazing what a chocolate can fix.
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True. It’s magic.
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It happens that way sometimes, too.
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Are you suggesting I don’t write fiction? !
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It’s just awfully realistic. A tribute to your greatness as a realistic fiction writer.
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That is most kind, Herb. In reality I’m just an ordinary bloke so you might swell my head a trifle!
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Aw heck. I thought she would offer chocolates to all the other passengers, and they’d all die.
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That only happens in real life.
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That’s why we shouldn’t take candy from a stranger, I suppose.
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I like to take the risk
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“life is like a box of chocolates”
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You’ve gone all soft in the centre.
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Yes I have Bruce…
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I had a neighbor who who spent every day with her ex-husband. They were inseparable.
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His ashes were in a locket around her neck?
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I wouldn’t be surprised if that’s how it ended up.
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Ain’t this the truth about some split-ups. Now if you really wanted to be evil, the chocolates could be poisoned and they BOTH die after eating them!
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As long as the poison didn’t wreck the taste of chocolate, eating chocolates is not a bad way to go.
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I thought the chocolates would be poisoned, that would have been something to talk about!
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See Noelle’s comment below (or above). All these nice people wanting to kill characters off.
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