It was like it was staring at her. She could smell it wafting towards her, see the thin sheen form on top of it. She wanted it. It was taunting her, in all its desperate glory. She could practically taste it. Or at least she could remember what the rest of it had tasted like.
It was creamy, but strong. Or maybe it was a little more solid, and crumbly? It was delicious, that much was certain. But the flavours… Where they smokey? It smelled like it would be smokey. She had to know. She had to remember. One bite wouldn’t hurt.
She sank the knife through the cheese, spread it over her cracker and popped it into her mouth. It was an explosion of joy that trickled down her throat. Another bite wouldn’t hurt. They’d never know. Just one more.
In a matter of seconds there was nothing left but crumbs.
She let out a sigh of satisfaction, and her phone beeped. She glanced down and read the message.
“Be home in five. Love you. Can’t wait to try that cheese x”