coffee & cinnamon bums


Fernand’s kitchen windows were steamy, the moist air redolent with the smell of freshly brewed coffee and just-out-of-the-oven cinnamon bums – what she had always called them as a child. “Timing is everything,” she thought, shrugging off her heavy coat, rubber boots, hat and gloves. Fernand smiled at her, waving with the icing knife, and beckoning her to sit.


Forty and Fantastique is hosting this week’s Tuesday Use It In a Sentence which is redolent with possibilities. “I should know,” she said, “This is my 2nd!”


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the time has come, the walrus said, to talk of many things . . .

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