Cleaver

Cleaver

Hi Horror People! I hope everyone is having a lovely Sunday. I’ve been napping most of the day, which is a wonderful thing to do every once and a while.

I’m excited for summer’s fast approach! I have an awesome photo shoot planned with a lovely horror friend, and I’ll be attending my first horror convention!

There is a lot of exciting stuff on the horizon and I can’t wait.

Please enjoy the next installment of “Something You Can’t Forget.” Thanks for reading!

 

With Screams and Axes,

Mae

 

SOMETHING YOU CAN’T FORGET

The day went by slowly, with customers trickling in every few minutes to buy a few truffles or a chocolate covered strawberry. Melissa tried to entice customers to buy more than one strawberry, knowing that the ones that didn’t sell were supposed to be thrown out at the end of the day, but sometimes ended up shoved in a box in her purse instead. By 8 p.m. her feet were aching from standing and she could see that there was barely anyone out walking in the hallway outside the glass doors of the chocolate shop. She went into the back room and stepped out of her shoes and slipped her feet into a pair of slippers. She knew that when she stood behind the counter, no one could see her feet anyway.

At last, it was ten minutes to closing time and Melissa busied herself with wiping down the counters, tying up bags of trash, and spraying down the glass doors to get all the smudgy hand prints off the glass. She could see other employees, in other shops, doing the exact same thing. Somehow it was comforting to know she went through the motions like everyone else.

At five minutes to close, a man entered the chocolate shop. Melissa was standing behind the counter getting ready to throw the chocolate strawberries she hadn’t sold into the garbage, as she had promised herself not to bring them home with her.

“Do you have any taffy?” The man asked Melissa. He was a strange looking man. He was wearing a tan trench coat that was tied tightly, and he had a short stubby nose. She couldn’t tell how old he was exactly, and something about him was attractive in spite of his strangeness. She was slightly annoyed at his appearance five minutes to close but the more she stared at him, the more she found herself not minding that he was here, asking her silly questions.

“I’m sorry sir, we don’t sell Taffy. Only chocolate,” Melissa informed him sweetly, in spite of how tired she felt.

“I see,” he said. “It’s hard to find good Taffy in this town you know. Hardly anyone sells it,” he said, fiddling with the buttons on his coat.

“You’re right, I can’t think of any place that sells it nearby.” Melissa gestured to the display counter. “Could I interest you in some chocolate covered dried mango slices?” She pulled out the little tray the mango slices were on to show him. “They’re not like Taffy, but they’re fruity and chewy.”

“Fruity and chewy, eh?” he said smiling at her with pale white teeth. “I’ll give it a try.” And with that, he grabbed the entire pile of mango slices with a weathered hand and shoved every single one in his mouth. Melissa watched him struggle to chew with his mouth open, with chocolate smudged all over his face.

“They’re good!” He managed to say through a mouthful of mango.

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