Death By Chocolate By Rhonda Hansome

There’s power hidden in that darkness. It holds acolytes enthrall. 

The air is redolent, heavy with a sweetness that promises delight, euphoria, even
                 LOVE                                                                                          

A morsel of the dusky enchantment is beguiling.

Hungrily, many pursue the rapture. Are you one of the fortunate few immune to the call of

chocolate?

 

 

I was an innocent, a child impatient to join the reverie.

And that could mean the death of me.

 

To be continued...

Rhonda Hansome is a dodo in digital wilderness drinking her tears because martinis fuck with her pressure meds.