The handprints are everywhere. No matter how many times I clean, they come back.
For his first two years at the chocolate factory, Charlie followed Wonka’s orders.
I began my life as a food hoarder, reaching out to grab every best bite for myself.
The thing was, she’d never been a chocolate person.
He got the basketball thing a lot, at first, until he started walking with a cane.
A chapter from my forthcoming novel, because it’s relevant to this month’s theme.