How (Not) to Play with Magic (A Cindy Eller Short Story Prequel)
Elizabeth A Reeves
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A Cindy Eller Short story.
Cindy Eller is a witch and a baker. She is making a name for herself in the world of desserts with her new and unique flavor profiles.
But juggling her weird family and trying to keep her magic a secret from her roommates is a daily challenge.
And her twin sisters, Starrie and Rainey Skye won't hesitate to bring the trouble right to her door.
room. She came marching out, wrapped in a hot pink towel and shaking with fury. Her face was so flushed she almost matched her towel. She pointed a quivering finger towards her room. “Shower,” she hissed, obviously unable to muster more words than that. Oh, great. I had a peeping toad. I felt horrible for Tansy, but at least I knew where he was! “Please toad sit for me,” I begged Tansy and Jessi. “Please? Please? Pretty please with cherries on top? I’ll throw in desserts for a week — make
shapes and sizes—parading around in my head until I thought I might go crazy. At least with my eyes open there were only two toads to worry about. I logged into my laptop and checked the email Jessi had set up for our cupcake business. There were no new requests, so I started searching online for wedding cake ideas for Rose and her fiancé. I realized quickly that I needed more information about what their wedding colors were, what flavors they wanted, and if they wanted the cake to be
first one a week after her mother’s death. Though, in that one, her mother hadn’t screamed at her or scared her half to death. All she could remember about it was her mother’s tone seemed urgent, but she couldn’t figure out what was wrong or what her mother wanted to tell her. Not that she had tried that hard, nor had she wanted to. Unable to shake it off, Lana put her feet over the side of the bed and slowly stood up, still looking around the room. She slipped her feet into her slippers and
“Do you think I could get a drink?” he asked, evading her question. “Oh, of course. We can go sit in the kitchen.” She walked into the kitchen. “Is coffee okay, or would you prefer something else?” He followed and leaned against the doorjamb. “Coffee sounds great.” *~*~* What exactly was she thinking inviting a stranger into her house? Well, inviting him could be taken as a bit of an overstatement. He pretty much handled that himself, but she probably would have asked him anyway. His
me?” Connie nodded and followed Jessi out of the door, wiggling her manicured fingers in farewell to me. I sighed in relief. Bless Jessi and her quick thinking. I brought the toad out from behind my back and scowled at the beady-eyed slimy face peeking out from the folds of dish towel. “What am I going to do with you? Why aren’t you changing back?” I’d never had a man stay in toad form for so long. He must have really had it coming. Jessi stuck her head into the kitchen. “Cindy, there’s