“It’s nothing; just a small cut. What?”
Tom was irritated, and slightly embarrassed, to see that she was still staring at him. “Don’t be such a girl, haven’t you ever seen blood bef…”
As he followed her pointed gaze to his arm however, the words quickly cut their losses and faded away upon the sweet-tasting breeze. It was not blood oozing from the cut in his arm.
“Chocolate?” he muttered. “Oh no…”
He was suddenly feeling very faint. Mazmin took a step back from him in shock as his skin started to turn a deep brown hue. He had a pounding headache, and it felt like a dam of pressure was building behind his forehead.
“Mazzy, I don’t know if I-”
For a brief moment their eyes met, and Tom cried chocolate tears.
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The Chocalypse is coming…
Digital Metaphor 