Below is my story entry for the blog hop photo prompt. It felt good to be creative! I hope you’ll enjoy the story and be inspired to write and submit one of your own!
“Doil, toil, bubble and boil; sugar and spice and all things nice, we need some frog legs thinly sliced.”
“Ew, Leah. That’s really gross. And I’m pretty sure that’s not how the rhyme goes,” said Peter, wrinkling his nose behind the Hardy Boys book he was reading.
“So what?” said Leah. “It’s my recipe, and I need to be unique on the market. You know what Dad says, I have to be proactive and not reactive to the industry.”
Peter laid his book to the side. “I guess. What are you making anyway?” asked Peter, playing along with his younger sister’s imaginary endeavor. It’s the least he could do to help soften the disappointment they were both feeling.
“I am experimenting with my seasonal Halloween cupcake. Spiders are so last year. This year it’s all about the frogs. The slimier the tastier,” Leah said confidently. She stirred the imaginary bowl in front of her.
“What color will they be? ‘Cause my mind thinks they’ll be green but that doesn’t sound appetizing,” said Peter.
“Well of course they’ll be green, but they’ll have pink frosting with shiny black and silver decorations.” Leah looked over her shoulder at Peter and gave a sly smile. “You know, a little trick in your treat.” She let out a high-pitched cackle and turned back to her stirring.
Peter couldn’t help but laugh. “You are something else, Leah. I think these cupcakes will be a big hit… and definitely one-of-a-kind. Dad will be proud of your creative product development.”
Peter picked up his book and tried to immerse himself back into the story. He knew the question would pop out any second as he listened to his sister tinker in her imaginary world.
“Peter? When is daddy coming home?” Leah asked.
There it is. Peter put his book to the side and moved over to where his sister played. He kneeled in front of her and looked into her expectant brown eyes. “Not till late, Sis. He called and said he wouldn’t be home for dinner. You know that means he probably won’t be home until you are dreaming.”
Leah’s sweet face furrowed. “I knew it,” she said softly. “He left for work before I woke up and I couldn’t say goodbye. So now I won’t see him the whole day.”
“It’s okay, I guess. What are you making for dinner?”
“I know spiders are so last year, but I have an idea for dogs with spider legs. I make it with hot dogs and noodles. What do you say?”
“Well, it does sound like a fresh idea on an old concept. I’m willing to see what you came up with,” Leah said, narrowing her eyes in doubt.
“Hey, you keep working on those cupcakes—I have a hankering for frog legs. Maybe we can work on your marketing plan after dinner. What do you say?”
A wide grin spread across her face and she nodded.
“Doil, toil, bubble and boil…”
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