“Well, it’s not perfect,” Mikhail said. He poked at the lopsided cake with a spatula, then swatted Liza’s hand as it inched closer to the drooping swirl of vanilla frosting. “Leave it. It’s already melting. It doesn’t need your fire magic.”
She sighed and sat back on her stool as they waited for Chef to come over. “At least it won’t have any nasty surprises like last week.” Sparks crackled above her braids.
“Stop,” he hissed, gesturing at the hovering antique fire extinguishers. He’d already learned to tell when they grew concerned. “You’ll set off George and Lefty. Spider pie was enough of a disaster.”
“No one said it wasn’t supposed to have real spiders,” she grumbled. “They were in the pantry. What was I supposed to think?”
“That spider pie with actual spiders was a disgusting idea,” Mikhail retorted. “Gross.”
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This week’s prompt was from Leigh Kimmel: It’s not perfect, but at least it shouldn’t have any nasty surprises.
Mine went to nother Mike: Ants surrounded the dead cockroach like tiny worshippers in a perfect sunburst circle.
Hmm, bit of a nasty combination with the idea I came up with…but it’s late, and off to MOTE I go!
