This work is actually fairly deep for me—I don't normally write things that can be characterized as "sweet," but I'm afraid that's what this is. Just a sedate bit of oneshot. Give it a go. Don't forget to drop a review on your way out.

Her mother now dead, Anouk was an aging woman herself. It was a few decades since she'd inherited her mother's job, yet it felt like an eternity. Had it really been so long since she was a child, wallowing in the bliss of her mother's chocolate? If only she could just reach out her hand and bring back those days…

Anouk could recall her mother working late into the night, melting and sculpting the most spectacular chocolates. Well passed midnight she would work, until she would totter up the stairs to her bed in exhaustion. Then, when she was sure her mother was asleep, Anouk would creep down the stairs and hunt through the cupboards and the cabinets for the precious sweets. When finally she had uncovered them, her treasures of bliss, these heavenly bursts of life, she would take one after another, and place it in her mouth, allowing it to melt like Chinese fireworks. She would hold them between her fingers, their warmth softening the outside of her indulgence. The melted chocolate stained her hands, like blood. There she would sit, licking from between her fingers the remaining evidence of the crime committed. Then when the warm rays of the sun brushed the horizon, her mother would come down to find her daughter asleep on the kitchen floor, cocoa-stained lips curved into a serene smile.