Sweet Hearts

Sweet Hearts

I was hard at work the other day when some friends dropped over with a box of chocolates. They chatted with my wife while I diligently focused on my “day job”, secretly wishing I could take even a few minutes out to scoff some delectable choccies – but knowing it would be rude to simply appear, eat and run.

As our friends were leaving and saying their goodbyes one of them passed me the box of chocolates and at first I thought it was a joke, giving me an empty box as a reminder of what I had missed. But sitting in that plain cardboard box all on it’s lonesome was this cute little white chocolate dollop sprinkled with red hearts.

At first I couldn’t bring myself to eat such a cute creation – so I sat the little delight on a fitness ball I had nearby and fired off a couple of shots. Once I was sure I had captured the little wonder for posterity I greedily sunk my teeth into that white chocolate casing, feeling the crack of it beneath my lips and the satisfyingly gooey center that cascaded into my mouth.