JSM - Edition One

ADDICTION Finn absolutely adored chocolate. Any chocolate, any form, even melted and gooey was okay. He was devouring chocolate right now, just as his mum walked into the kitchen. He quickly hid the Maltesers behind his back. ‘Hey, mum!’ He said, in an innocent voice. He had to hide the chocolate. He swiftly threw the Maltesers under the table, next to the dog bowl. Whoops. He saw his dog’s beady eyes staring at the chocolate like pure, solid gold. His mum caught him looking at something under the table. ‘What?’ Mum said. He knew that either one of them was going to eat or dispose of the chocolate. He quickly dropped his spoon under the table “accidentally” and made a pointing gesture to his mother. She nodded and he bent down, grabbing the spoon and the packet of chocolate. The Maltesers coaxed him to eat. A fitting title: Mal’tese’rs. His mum then left, and he ate some more. Then, suddenly – He was as small as a safety pin, rolling around in a red packet. He tried to scream, but almost nothing came out. He was chocolate. The only thing he felt was a smooth exterior and crunchy inside where his stomach should’ve been. Little candies rattled crazily around him. The chocolates were falling boulders, smashing Finn. The saying was true. If you eat too much of something – you become it. His mum strolled back into the room and saw a glint of red on the seat. She was going to throw him into the bin! He was going to die! His tiny mind quickly rushed through his options. As his mum picked him up and walked to the trash, he squealed and it felt like his vocal cords would pop. She suddenly stopped, jerking him around the packet. He saw his opportunity. ‘Mum, it’s me! Help!’ She looked down at the packet, trying to single out what the noise had come from. The candies eyed him and their brethren, reading his fate. He wondered how much the candies despised him – he had eaten their family. She looked at the little chocolates in horror. ‘Finn?’ Mum queried, after a moment of hesitation. ‘It’s me! This one!’ She took each of the chocolates and put them to her ear, listening. When she grabbed him, he screamed. She knew it was him. But even if she did, how was she going to get him back to normal? Maybe if he ate something good for him? He quickly advised the idea to his mum, and completely confused, she walked out of the room to the fridge. He saw Doggy eyeing him savagely, growling, and when his mum got back in the room, he was grateful not to be in the dog’s hands – well, paws. The carrot in his mum’s hand touched the place where his mouth should’ve been, and he turned back into himself. His mum gave him a big hug. He exhaled a massive sigh of relief - Finn was never eating chocolate again.

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