by Sparks In Shadow
It had red patterned jacquard satin on the padded lid – tiny checkerboard squares. She appreciated that they weren’t hearts. Much cooler not to echo the shape of the box.
The candies inside were keepers, no unexplainable flavors or hard jellies covered with chocolate to nibble off before tossing. She ate them over two evenings during movies with explosions, witty repartee, and no traces of vulnerability.
The box joined her growing collection, holding thread, extra buttons in little paper packets, and a profusion of satin ribbons that came tied to the darnedest things.
This year’s chocolates await in heart embossed tin.