The Baker wished for a fairytale version of life. One that did not include lies and deceit. He had a gift, but rarely used it. Growing tired of the world as it was, he placed inside his cookie dough a small amount of magic. When someone took a bite of a cookie, their face would appear brilliant red to the one they lied to.
With decorated cookies in the display case, his wife joined him behind the counter.
“Alberto, why does your face glow so red?” she cried.
Hmm, I knew there was a reason I rarely use my gift.
This story is my contribution to “Friday Fictioneers,” a weekly challenge hosted by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff Fields. With the help of a photo prompt to inspire, we’re to write a 100-word story. The photo this week was provided by Jennifer Pendergast.
If you would like to join in with this encouraging group of writers or read their stories from this week, visit here.