Write...Edit...Publish: A Summer Taste of Chocolate . . .

 Just in time, here is my flash fiction post for the August prompt from Write...Edit...Publish:ChocolatI sat on the somewhat lumpy swinging chair on the veranda,hoping no one would find me. Ever since Wanda Jane began the tradition ofafternoon tea, I wanted to hide. If you didn’t want to drink any of the teasshe provided, from mint to ginger to green, she did offer hot cocoa. But thatwas