A Dash of Cinnamon
Katharine Espin Tarnath III let the door slam and dropped her bag to head upstairs. She slipped off the heavy black ceremonial robes - how anyone was supposed to wear these in the heat of summer, she didn't know - and pulled a long T-shirt over her head instead.
She padded downstairs barefoot, luxuriating in the cool of the shaded townhouse, and headed for the kitchen. Her professor was going to want to see a demonstration at the meeting tomorrow, and she wasn't going to disappoint.
The smell of baked goods sent a shiver of pleasure down Katy's spine as she made her way into the kitchen. Pastries in glass jars filled every available space - shelves, countertops, tables. Usually sultry and lethargic in the heat of day, they came alive with surges of dark energy at her approach. A particularly aggressive strudel knocked its jar off its perch and fell to shatter on the floor.
She burned it with a twist of the hand and sighed. The German types had always been troublesome.
No prequels yet. Why not write one?
Comments (4 so far!)
Average reader rating 5.00/5
I tried very hard, but there are too many elements in the prompt to fit into 1024 characters.
- #2876 Posted 2 years ago
Trying is the important part! Good to see your writing. And I rather like the last five lines. The setup is fine but the last five lines have character.
- #2879 Posted 2 years ago
Oh, magic pastries! I like this idea, that the spells are really cooked up, okay, baked up.
- #2880 Posted 2 years ago
Absolutely fantastic. You've hinted at all the elements in the prompt and pulled off a belter of a punchline too.
- #3401 Posted 1 year ago
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