Mona weighed herself for the third time on that day. The gain of twenty pounds was not likely to vanish soon.
Just like the never-ending problems in her life. Food was faithful, food was not fickle. It never failed to satisfy, unlike human beings. She had found solace in the brown molten mass of chocolate desserts since childhood. The background score had changed from her mother’s rants to her husband’s violent outbursts.
She loved the spike in serotonin and dopamine levels, more than the shape of her body. The scales would continue to groan for some time to come.
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Nicely done. Strange how some foods never miss in the comfort department. Kind of sad sometimes, too.
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I know just how she feels (she says as she waits for her hubby to come home with her chocolate milkshake…)
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Oh how true. Molten brown mass never fails to satisfy.
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Your flash expresses the tension often felt when comfort food replace the comfort of people. Molten lava cake can cause that rush of feel good brain chemical. Well done!
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Thanks!
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MMMM, food.
Say, I’ve nominated you for a Liebster Award. 🙂 Best wishes!
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Thanks 😀
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Food is so much like that isn’t it…such a comfort in times of stress…good response Reena…
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The background score had changed from her mother’s rants to her husband’s violent outbursts.
some things never change and have to be ignored.
the aroma of chocolate cake satiated my taste buds and never mind the weight.
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