Sunday Scribblings Post on Tuesday- Prompt "Red Hot"
Red Hot
“God I hate these things,” he says as he sinks his fingers into the bowl.
I watch him as he shifts the shiny little flat red discs through his hand.
“I don't intend to make you eat any of them,” I answer.
He smirks, “Like you could.”
“I got you to eat prunes and like those,” I remind him.
A faint look of betrayal crosses his face.
“Those,” he says with grave seriousness, “were covered in bacon and therefore do not count.”
“So, what you're saying is if I combined these with bacon, you'd eat them?”
“Not if I knew what they were.” He looks more than a little horrified.
“Don't worry, I won't be sullying your precious bacon, I promise.”
He keeps sifting his hand through the candy, sending them ticking against each other in miniature avalanches. The timer on the microwave beeps, signaling that the cookies should be cool enough to decorate. I get the bowl of frosting out and start assembling the treats. He watches me attach the other candy until I've made the first cookie spider.
“Okay, those are kind of cute. You're going to make me pick eight little nasty cinnamon candies off every one of those that I eat, aren't you?”
I look up at him.
“No, I'll just make you some blind ones.”
“God I hate these things,” he says as he sinks his fingers into the bowl.
I watch him as he shifts the shiny little flat red discs through his hand.
“I don't intend to make you eat any of them,” I answer.
He smirks, “Like you could.”
“I got you to eat prunes and like those,” I remind him.
A faint look of betrayal crosses his face.
“Those,” he says with grave seriousness, “were covered in bacon and therefore do not count.”
“So, what you're saying is if I combined these with bacon, you'd eat them?”
“Not if I knew what they were.” He looks more than a little horrified.
“Don't worry, I won't be sullying your precious bacon, I promise.”
He keeps sifting his hand through the candy, sending them ticking against each other in miniature avalanches. The timer on the microwave beeps, signaling that the cookies should be cool enough to decorate. I get the bowl of frosting out and start assembling the treats. He watches me attach the other candy until I've made the first cookie spider.
“Okay, those are kind of cute. You're going to make me pick eight little nasty cinnamon candies off every one of those that I eat, aren't you?”
I look up at him.
“No, I'll just make you some blind ones.”