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Death by Chocolate
Death by chocolate was a summer’s afternoon at my best friend’s house. Her family bustling around the kitchen in organised chaos. Nothing like my quiet household; there was no death by chocolate at my house, there was no hustle and bustle Sunday lunch tradition. There were only the four of us, though, compared to this family of seven plus visiting family. I think they did this every Sunday. My best friend Arielle was adopted by her aunt, I guess. Her aunt was the matriarch, revered and respected. She had a partner, Mr Horton, whom everyone despised. They didn’t call him Dad or Grandpa; he was just Mr Horton. Arielle said her mother would never marry him; he was just there for companionship (she did, in fact, marry Mr Horton a decade later). Mr Horton was only tolerated on the condition that his position and presence was temporary and served their mother’s need to have someone, but she was still in control. As a mother to three daughters, it was her responsibility to show strength and reserve. Or so was the impression. Mr Horton knew his place, a dark brown lazy boy in front of the television. He didn’t say much, clearly an accessory to the matriarch and possibly overwhelmed by her strong-willed daughters.
By Culture Salt3 years ago in Fiction