death by chocolate
Submitted by Camille W on 4/1/2010 6:54 PM
It was late. I could feel my blood getting thinner, stickier, colder perhaps. Was I getting attacked by a vampire? No. Someone had laid their finger on my butterfinger and it was gone. No trace. No explanation. My prognosis was dim.
Until one day a hero came to replace that stollen bar. And the day was sunny again.
Thank you.