Baking biscuits

Susan was reflective cutting the perfect snowflake biscuits. Sometimes all it took was a sprinkle of magic and sugar dusting to wash away the cares of the day.

Slotting the trays into the oven she leaned back against the marble coffee in hand, watching as they turned from cream to golden. She wondered how Paul would react when she told him. Hopefully, hearing the news over a plate of his favourite biscuits would make it easier.

The timer pinged, ten minutes and all done! Her inner creative sprang into action. Mixing icing sugar and colours in glorious, Christmassy shades reflecting the snow outside.

The doorbell rang, Paul’s signature tune letting her know he was home safe and sound.

‘Hey, beautiful’. He called out to her.

‘I’m in the kitchen, baking.’

He wandered in, reaching out to snatch one from under the piping bag. His face softened as the smell and taste worked their magic.

‘Mmmmm, that’s the best ever’.

Susan smiled, he always said that after every single one he ate.

‘How was your meeting?’ She asked the question lightly.

His face dropped. ‘Not so good really. It looks like the plant is closing in the Spring.’

She reached out to pull him into a hug. ‘I’m so sorry about that, even though you’ve all been expecting it, it’s never easy to hear the news’.

Passing him the plate of still-warm biscuits she sat down at the table. ‘Paul, come and sit down. I have some news too.

He looked at her curiously and sat down. ‘What have you been up to Susie-blue?’

‘Nothing much, but you remember the job going in town at the bakery. Well, I applied, and I got it. I start Monday.’

He looked at her for a long time before answering. ‘Are you ready for this honey, it’s only been a few months.’

Susan nodded. ‘I know, but I need something to get me back out into the world again. I’m ready to re-join the human race. It’s only three days a week and they know all about losing Dawn and they’re kind. It feels like it’s the right time’.

Paul reached out his hand. ‘We could sure do with the extra money coming in when the plant closes, but I don’t want you taking on more than you can handle.

She smiled. ‘I know. It’ll be fine and if it’s not, we can rethink. But our daughter died, nothing will bring her back. I can’t stay out of the way forever and she wouldn’t want me to. I hear her sometimes, in my mind telling me to go get a life’.

Paul pulled the plate of biscuits towards him. ‘Dawn’s favourites’. He picked one up and bit into it, ‘and this is the best ever’.

(Image by Jill Wellington from Pixabay)

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