Private charter plane in hanger (Photo credit: Shine 2010 – 2010 World Cup good news)
Sweet, soft and melting on his tongue with just a hint of rum and raisins. He could already feel his stomach rebelling. Why he had eaten the chocolate when he knew how his body reacted, he could not say. The taste did not even please him.
However, the regret he felt from eating chocolate was mild compared to the regret he felt every time he looked at Abigail. Her taste did not please him either, not anymore, and a both sour and bitter taste rose into his mouth when he looked at the plane he had recently bought for her.
The only thing that could make his regret worse now would be if his wife ever found out.
A Bolg? 
Widdershins
/ December 12, 2013I see a connection between Abigail and the chocolate … and I hope his wife finds out, and feeds him lots of chocolate!
W. R. Woolf
/ December 12, 2013That made me think of “Death by Chocolate” which is also a very good chocolate cake…