Object #3

I stood up, turned to the right, and counted the objects to #3. It was a bag of dark chocolate raspberry truffles. Now, as most of you know, I adore dark chocolate and love the combination of fruit and chocolate, especially raspberries. And truffles are among my very most favorite candies. I bought these several weeks ago at the store and haven’t opened them until now. They are melt-in-your-mouth delicious.Number 3 turned out to be one of my favorite pleasures in the world.

Now if I had counted to #4, I would have had trash bags. What would I write about then? What does one say about trash bags? But I didn’t have to write about trash bags, did I? I got to write about individually-wrapped, dark chocolate raspberry-filled truffles. It was a good excuse to open them and have one last night as I prepared to write this post. They are wonderfully delicious.

This isn’t the greatest prompt in the world but it helped me appreciate and write about something I love, so it can’t be too bad.

This post also appears in my new blog. Ask for the address.

About mairedubhtx

I am a "youngish" grandmother of 15 year old twin granddaughter who has recently (is a year "recent"?) adopted Islam as my way of life, much to the consternation of my family. I love to read. I love to write. I am writing a book about my decision to revert, about my spiritual journey. I have another blog about stories from my youth, my parents, and grandparents. It's a blog so my OCD daughter will not be able to throw it out when I die. I suffer from depression and anxiety, for which I am treated, so my posts may be a bit dark at times. C'est la vie.
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