6. La gaudiere (n.)) the glint of goodness inside people, which you can only find by sloshing them back and forth in your mind until everything dark and gray and common falls away, leaving behind a constellation at the bottom of the pan—a rare element trapped in exposed bedrock, washed there by a storm somewhere upstream.)
Staring at its mundane outward appearance, she felt a nudge in the base of her spine.
‘Go on then,’ he said, having surprised her with his La gaudiere after months of torment and teasing.
Giving him a backward glance, she opened the door.
A tiny bell tinkled.
Inside, it was incredibly neat and tidy.
Taking a tentative forward step, the delicious aroma of caramel wafted across her nostrils from a vent in the opposing wall.
The proprietor rose from behind the counter, his smile dividing his face almost in half.
‘Ah, Birthday Girl! I was told you are rather partial to my merchandise. Here are samples of everything available. Help yourself to one or as many of each as you wish.’
She felt she’d died and gone to heaven as she wrapped her taste buds round the most exquisite chocolate she was ever likely to savour.
Guilt took a back seat as its Diet driver disappeared in a cloud of sugared cocoa dust.
I’ve decided if I can’t eat the naughty stuff, I’d write about it for