They say, “Beauty is skin deep,” but whoever “they” are often neglect the next part of the saying.

The musings and rantings of the sleep-deprived.

There is something enticing about a mystery. It draws you in and lures you deeper still to wrestle with questions and never give up until an answer surfaces. Mysteries give you alluring clues, much like breadcrumbs followed by young children lost in the dark woods, they make you yearn for more.

“I used to think that mousse was an animal. Rocky Road was just a rough place to ride… Black Forest was somewhere very far away, and Chip was a good friend of mine…”

This week’s Sunday Scribblings prompt is chocolate. I feel like I needed to find inspiration to write by consuming some chocolate during the process of writing this prompt.

The prompt for this third Sunday Scribblings is “When we were wee…” I had half a heart to write something chock full of alliteration, but I felt like that might have been overkill. If I’m frank with you, it’s been an interesting week. It’s not bad. It’s just weird. I feel like the style of writing I’m employing flows more like a stream of consciousness. So just flow with me?

I read the prompt and an idea immediately entered my mind. I knew exactly what I would attempt if I knew I wouldn’t fail. But then again, my mind was trying to filter my response. I was soon faced with the choice of writing on the answer that rushed effortlessly out of the deep caverns of my soul or a safe answer. Hemingway helped me…