Halloween Prompt 2018 # 26
Darcy Doyle does not like chocolate Darcy Doyle loves chocolate without reservation.
He loves dark chocolate and milk chocolate and hot chocolate. He loves chocolate covered cherries and straweberies, he even loves chocolate covered crickets, grasshoppers and chocolate covered mealworms.
If it’s dipped in chocolate Darcy will gobble it with his eyes closed and in those moments he sighs like a lover getting that long waited for sweet and slow kiss at last.
Sometimes he doesn’t even bother to chew his chocolate. He just cruches it up and and sighs as those swee little bites slide down his throat.
I suppose that Darcy’s love and appreciation of chocolate started with his parents.
Darcy’s Mom and Dad were famous Chocolatiers.
Their bon bons and truffles were displayed on jewel encrusted Étagères: and their chocolate sculptures that could turn ( as their famous Chocolate Ferris Wheel did ) and spin ( like the chocolate ballerinas dancing on a lake ) and of course most famous of all were their Valentine Hearts graced the tables at some of the finest and lavish parties to take place in Seattle.
Hanging from a Valentine tree were lchocolate hearts that beat when you pushed a switch at the base of the tree.
Some people enjoyed seeing pulsating chocolate hearts and others wouldn’t have put one of those hearts into their mouths if their lives depended on it.
Darcy loved watching his parents mold and sculpt the lchocolate hearts.
He loved to eat them too.
They were very sweet.
After his parents passed away ( together in a car crash) Darcy went into their kitchen at their chocolate shoppe ( it was just before Halloween ) and he opened drawers and cabinets without any real sense of purpose.
He found his Mom’s sketch book in a drawer next to the pantry door and he smiled.
He picked it up and leafed through the drawings until he came to the Chocolate Hearts.
He wondered how they made them beat. Like most people he thought the hearts didn’t move, the branches on the tree did and gave the illusion that the hearts were beating.
He flipped to the pages with the hearts and he read the instructions over and over again.
” I’ll be. ” Darcy said ” I’ll be damned. So that’s how they did it. ”
He closed the book and set it down on the counter and then Darcy decided he should think about getting help to pack the kitchen up. He didn’t know what to keep or what to get rid of. He only knew what tasted good.
Darcy took his phone out of his pocket. He opened it, made some notes. He closed it, put it in his back pocket and he grabbed the cookbook with his mother’s name written in fancy gold leaf on the cover:
“Property of Mary S. Frankenstein ” it read.
