Madeleine arranged her hoard of multi-coloured boxes from celebrations gone by, one on top of the other. Then re-arranged them side by side. The edges met just perfectly. Like a game of Rush Hour. It always calmed her, assembling them like books in a library. She loved their kaleidoscopic spines.
Selecting the right one today was particularly difficult. Much worse than choosing a dark, milk or white soft-centred chocolate that lined her mother’s oversized presentation box. She had a penchant for the finest.