by Mary E. Lowd
Originally published in Hot Chocolate for the Unicorn and Other Flights of Fancy
The Unicorn stretches his snowy neck, leaning his nose down to taste the dark liquid in the mug before him. He’s been blowing on his hot chocolate, quietly nickering, to cool it, but it must be too hot still. He lowers his translucent horn to the surface of the drink. Cold suffuses. With the lightest touch, the chocolate is cool enough to drink.
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