“We ain’t doin’ that anymore,” she said, glaring at me with her icy blue eyes. Chocolate and white cream smears decorated her pouting mouth and dappled her blue and white striped shirt underneath her overalls. Her hands and the floor were covered as well. Thankfully, her blonde pigtails had somehow escaped the flurry of ChocoCreamies that had been torn from their package and shoved greedily into her mouth after I had carelessly knocked over the lunch sack I was preparing. She managed to snatch and eat three in the time it took me to retrieve the tattered package with a single, squished ChocoCreamie – thing – in it. I honestly, didn’t know what to call them. Little, elongated chocolate cakes filled with cream and covered in chocolate icing. No, I knew what to call them. A cavity in waiting.
A ChocoCream Morning
