Five chocolate buttons were the undoing of her.

There, on the saucer adjacent to her empty mug sat the five caramel filled white chocolate covered buttons. The child watched the door for Mothers return. A hand slithered surreptitiously towards the willow patterned saucer and grabbed. The woman snatched and stuffed them into her dribbling maw. A cacophony followed, the child shrieked, her Mother pointed … police were called.

Because of those innocuous chocolate delicacies … she finds herself in the Church hall attending addicts anonymous.

Gingerly she stood screwing her finger round a tail of escaped hair, “My name is Josy” she lied; they all did, “I am addicted to … she mumbled … dregs.” Her cheeks took on a shade of beetroot. “I have to eat or drink what others leave.” You could hear a fly attempting to kill its self against the Gothic Window, bump, bump it went.

Her breathy speak and wet palms were proof of her struggle. Tom the resident peeper began the rousing clap, congratulating Josy for managing to admit the shameful addiction, the first step is always the most difficult.

At the end of the share session, they mingled over tea and chocolate covered hobnobs. She didn’t accept a cup or plate. Tom thought it was her resistance technique. So quietly he lay his palm on her shoulder and nodded. Josy, startled, shrugged him away and scowled. People eventually said their goodbyes and drifted off. Except for one … Josy, she hid behind a pillar until they had gone.

The weekly rag ran with the headlines … Local woman detained for psychiatric assessment, The lady who so far remains unnamed had to be forcibly restrained after being found under a table in the Church of Mary and Saint Ethlereds hall. Beside her, saliva smeared plates and cups scattered willy-nilly across the newly laid oak floor. The distraught rector had to be sedated at the scene. Through his sobs, he told of being unceremoniously grabbed by the leg; pulled beneath trestles and forced to endure such an abomination. “She was sucking on my fingers licking my palms for the longest time; it was awful.” He cried.

The Jane Doe was held under section 136 of the mental health act for 72 hours to be assessed as to her competency to stand trial, this being her second arrest in as many weeks.

I love to hear your thoughts, it helps me hone my craft. Play along, tell me in the comments what other fabricated addictions could the people have … in this church hall.

Five Tasty Buttons.

19 thoughts on “Five Tasty Buttons.

  1. Lol this is the first time I’ve seen my name in a story, and it’s a corker!

    Poor fictional Josy. She needs to ignore those leftovers!

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    1. That is probably just theft πŸ€£πŸ˜ƒπŸ˜€ maybe ‘ he’ can steal quilted toilet paper and rub it seductively between his thighs. Oh my days this could be hilarious. πŸ‘€πŸ˜² I bet he wears an airtex vest with tea stains and y front Budgie smugglers. 🀣😁


  2. Hi Ellen, First time here. I LOVE your zany style of writing. You come across as such a warm person. So nice to have a glimpse into your world. I have three precious sons but NO grand-children (and won’t have…) I hope your little grand-daughter is thriving. Best wishes.

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    1. Gambling, bingo included is an actual one. Maybe addicted to everyone looking at him when he shouts house … when he isn’t even playing. Or calling numbers on busses … Now I am loving it. Twins get on at Hyde park He stands and shouts “two little ducks, twenty two’ and takes his seat πŸ€£πŸ˜‚thanks for commenting.

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    1. Writers of flash fiction should leave the reader wanting what comes next, and working out what went before. But, still writing a beginning middle and enď. Xx thank you so much for commenting and you are right it could very well grow into a larger story.

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