I sat down to write and they called me…the cupcakes.
“You can do this,” they said. “You can make fondant flowers. Come on, it’ll be fun!”
They raced across the computer screen, taunting me away from the sandy backyard garden scene I was trying to write, luring me with the scent of vanilla buttercream frosting.
“What about chocolate? Don’t forget chocolate buttercream!”
“And silver fairy dust!” The littlest cupcake cried.
And it was all good.
I settled down, ready to release my two trapped characters from their story, content in the knowledge that sometime, somewhere, cupcakes and fondant pansies will appear in a story.
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