Five chocolates. One laced with death. Would you trust your instincts—or fate—to decide your next heartbeat?
Flash Fiction Promp:
She could taste fear before the chocolate even touched her tongue. The table was draped in crimson velvet, lit by a single flickering candle. Five perfect chocolates sat in a neat row—dark, glossy, and innocent-looking. Behind her, a voice as cold as steel whispered, “Choose three. Eat them. Survive, and you’re free.”
Her mind spun. Was this a nightmare? The air was thick with the scent of cocoa and dread. She tried to steady her hands, searching for a clue—the faintest flaw, the smallest imperfection—but each piece gleamed the same deadly promise.
She swallowed hard, remembering her mother’s words: “Trust your heart, even when your mind screams no.” The voice behind her growled, “Time’s up.” She reached out, trembling, as the first chocolate met her lips…
Question for Readers:
If you were forced to choose three chocolates knowing one was poisoned, what strategy—or instinct—would you trust to survive?