by raymond alexander kukkee
"I want that "
the four-year old said, poking
about in the pantry. Packages rattled.
"This too",
he said. Baking supplies collected quickly on the
counter.
Pointed out with the long wooden spoon, nuts, raisins and chocolate
chips were picked out in a flash.
"Just in time! he
said, beating on the lid of an empty tin.
" Look what I found! The secret ingredient!"
I shook my head.. "It's empty".
"A drum!...You mix,
I drum,!" the little curly-headed one said, laughing,
banging loudly on the tin can. Instant
Migraine. The secret ingredient.
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Flash fiction inspired by Red's M3 Flash Fiction Challenge. The Drum has a word count of 95. The limit for August was 100.
Is that Incoming I hear?
