Flossie’s Tales

‘Do you want a bar of chocolate?’ said GME, one of my housemates.

‘No, thanks, I’ve just had my tea’

‘No, seriously, I’ve got loads’ he said, opening his kitchen cupboard.

Inside two shelves were stacked high with bars. I look at him, questioningly.

‘Feeling peckish were you?’

He had been working at an event where they were giving away chocolate and there was a lot left over. The organiser didn’t want to pay to take it all away again so gave it away. His kitchen stash was the tip of the iceberg.

‘Please take some off me – the suspension of my girlfriend’s car is struggling with the amount in the boot.’

‘I’ll have a bar, as you insist’

He gave me a dozen. I handed them back. Really, he should know better than give me that much. It’s hard enough knowing they are in his cupboard. Knowing they were in mine would be too much.

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