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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 2 – Intermediate)
Topic: Fulfillment (04/06/06)

TITLE: Chocolate: The Hunt
By Rachel Jones
04/08/06


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The Hershey’s Kiss turned and sprinted away, just beyond my reach. It’s silver foil covered the horse-sized smooth chocolate.
“I MUST catch it!” Lunging forward I flew through the air. “NOOOOO!!”
I woke up in a cold sweat. “Phew. Only a dream.”
I flicked on the light, groping for my slippers. Glancing at my clock I read “3:30am.” I clumped down the stairs. The craving hung to me like a huge wad of chewed gum, clinging for all it was worth. I checked the snack cupboards. Nothing. I raided the refrigerator in vain. Soon the kitchen appeared as if a family of bears had walked through.
I must have made a lot of noise, because my mom appeared in the hall, hands limply on her hips.
“WHAT are you doing?” Her face shone white, possibly from tiredness, possibly from shock.
“uuuu muuu chrrlttt” I couldn’t seem to form the right words. My mouth was still asleep.
“Well, just try to be quiet. I need my sleep.” She yawned and plodded back to her room.
My efforts were proving futile. I tore up the couch cushions next.
“Maybe someone had some in their pocket and it dropped out!” I thought. The search turned serious. I tore apart everything everywhere. Nothing. I unlocked the door and ran barefoot to the mailbox.
“A late valentine?”
After several hours, my disheveled, depressed figure numbly plodded up the stairs. Exhaustion overcame will.
My head dropped on the pillow. I felt a lump. Annoyed, I faintly tried to straighten it out. Something fell out of the pillowcase.
“Now I remember! My emergency stash.”
Ahhhhhh... Chocolate.


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Helen Paynter04/13/06
Oooh, girl (I assume), you've got it bad!
Nice light writing. Just watch the it's/its
Lynda Schultz 04/13/06
Oh yah! I'm with you all the way.
Jan Ackerson 04/13/06
Very cute! Nothing quite as fulfilling as chocolate, is there? I'm with you, all the way (save a kiss for me...)
Shelley Snyder04/13/06
Mmmmm...chocolate! A nice light read - the story that is, not the chocolate!
Delores Baber04/14/06
Well written and only understood my other chocoholics. I've been there looking, searching, craving. My motto is "Chocolate, it's not just for breakfast anymore. I appreciate your description of how it is. Some might think it's unlikely to find chocolate as a source of fulfillment. I wonder what their weakness is?
Dr. Sharon Schuetz04/18/06
You created the moment! We can all relate. Good job.