Death by Chocolate

Posted: August 4, 2011 in Uncategorized
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As you may or may not be aware, I write in the morning and make chocolate in the afternoon. I wonder what would happen if these two worlds—a 1940’s mystery and a chocolate store—collided.


Death by Chocolate fudge?

The lanky, unshaved, man sat in the dimly lit store waiting for anyone to walk through the front door. He didn’t have to wait long.  A woman, dressed to the hilt, sashayed in.

“I hear you may be able to help me,” she said in a sultry voice.

The man stood up and surveyed the woman. She was good-looking enough, with legs that went on for days, he thought. But what stuck out like a sore thumb was the brown smudge on her left cheek. Yup, she was a chocolate lover all right.

“My name is Mel…Carl Mel. What can I do you for?” he said while heading towards the back of a gold-plated glass showcase.

“I’ve been looking everywhere for something,” she uttered in despair, tears seemed to be welling in her eyes. “Death by chocolate fudge,” she whispered. “Do you have some?”

Mel put the lights on showing a wide variety of fudge including death by chocolate. He put a piece in a box. “That’ll be $4.95. By the way, what’s your name?”

She took the chocolate. “Candice, but you can call me candy.”

Of course it was, he thought, and sat down to wait for the next customer.


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