A Boring Recess
October air has finally turned chilly enough for these sweaters to make sense. The blue yarns, specifically the ones in contact with the upper epidermis of the palm, crackled. Usually, it is blazing hot. One palm slid down the back pocket. The dark chocolate bar, cool on the touch, hadn’t snapped into pieces.
Mother would never approve of this. Lucky me. She didn’t see me take it. The wrapper fussed at the pinches and made sure to echo its anger across the now-quiet classroom. Fortunately, Kacy and Lily took no notice of its hasty clamour and in a shot, a new square of the chocolate bar arose in sight.
Snap!
The square separated from the bar. After resting it for a few seconds in the centre of my palm, the sweet found a new, more welcoming home inside my mouth. Attracted to the dampness, the dark chocolate slowly softened to take the shape of the upper buccal cavity and leached out the bitter-sweet notes.
The rest of the bar took its place back in the pocket.
A moment of indulgence as lovely as this surely deserves a surrounding better than these dull white walls. Something like the outsides should do better.
A tug at the sharp bright shirt cuffs neatened the wrinkles and restationed the cuff position. Kacy, shutting her barely touched lunch box, turned around excitedly to animate the glum other with the same energy. Neither interested in the charms of the new autumn weather or an extra companion, returned the mouthed ‘hi’ with a quick wave and welcomed the incoming of each other.
Palms protected from cold, thanks to pockets and wrists from so, thanks to cuffs; the heels clicked loud inside the corridor.
Name one more concoction bitter as this that tastes as good as this. I bet you can’t. Dark chocolates are the best. Perfectly bitter and perfectly sweet, these always hit the right spot. They are like playing cricket but in my mouth. What a shame that the power is out though..The cold is unbearable..I think my feet might turn into rocks themselves. I wonder what will happen when the first snow touches the ground..Nothing quite like…
Huh? What is that?
Polo..is it?
The last sliver of dark chocolate dissolved away, leaving a sweet aftertaste behind.
I guess it never hurts to try something new. I’ll try it out tomorrow.
The wooden bench creaked from my weight. Pulling out the bar of chocolate before the back touched the bench, the snap harmonized with the creak. The second square of dark chocolate was now inside my mouth.
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