Molly folded in dried cranberries, candied cherries and orange peel with spiced Carribean rum prepping for the cake, a good month away.
´Perfect timing´, she thought before heading out to witness the first snowfall of the season. Molly spotted white tailed deers as she drove by the Nature Park in her hood.
Calling it a night, she sipped eggnog before curling up her toes under the blankets and dozing off to La-La-land.
She parted the blinds to bask in the sunlight, squealing in excitement. Like she did since a child, chancing upon perfectly sculpted icicles.
(Word Count: 97)
Writing for Rochelle Wisoff-Field’s Friday Fictioneers based on this week´s photo prompt by Dale Rogerson.