100 Word Challenge Week 82

She ran her fingertips over the smooth surface of the wall. The smell was amazing. Under her touch, the wall began to melt and left its sticky sweetness on her hands.  The hall table, previously shiny glass, was now brown. She examined it closely, scarcely able to believe her eyes.  She ran her tongue over it – it was chocolate too. The floor beneath her feet began to crack and disintegrate and she felt herself slipping through into the void below. Looking at all of that chocolate she began to seriously regret saying to that fairy godmother that she wished her whole house could be made of chocolate.


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