100 Words (Sex and Chocolate)

It doesn’t happen often, certainly not when you’re expecting it. The anticipation dulls the senses and distracts the imagination. As your hand empties its contents into your mouth and you bite down, you savour the unique taste that’s released when the crisp, sugar shell explodes between your teeth. A citrus tang cuts across the creamy chocolate as it liquifies across your tongue, sending sparks across your synapses and a powerful rush of blood to the head. The flavour reaches its peak and fades to something more familiar; a memory from your childhood. That’s truly the sensation of the little death.

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100 Words (Chuggers)

Don’t do that; don’t stop me in the street. Don’t jump into my line of sight with that rictus grin on your face, like we’re old friends that haven’t seen each other in months. I can spot you a mile off. It’s the t-shirt that gives you away; the t-shirt, the laminated ID badge and the fact that you’re walking backwards. I don’t care what the cause is; I don’t even care if you personally think it’s worthy. I wouldn’t give you my bank details any more than I’d buy a mobile phone off you. Everything about you screams ‘insincere’.

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