The children leveraged the bench outside and their tiptoes to see the baker at work. They enjoyed watching the thick coils of icing emerge from the zealous tip of his pastry bag and every week they imagined taking turns letting the baker fill their mouths with gooey sweetness.
Of course that dream was never fulfilled, particularly because today the baker lay face-down next to his latest confection, a triple-tiered wedding cake. Gobs of white icing turned slowly pink as they mixed with the growing pool of blood seeping out from underneath his squashed belly.
Fortuitously, the window sill shielded the youngsters’ view.
Come on, what does this picture remind you of?
Nice and dark with a hint of sweetness. π Love it!
The white icing certainly doesn’t remind me of a squished dead dude. It does resemble something else, though…
I like how your mind works…
I thought you might.
You may find this unpleasant. If your of a sensitive nature go no further!
As a police officer you get called to investigate the unusual, the unexplained. Summer had been long and hot. Mr B hadn’t been seen for several weeks, and now I was entering his Victorian house. To my left, a large first floor bay window was repeated above on the second floor. Once through the door the sweet sickly cloying heavy scent of death swirled about our heads. Travelling room by room I enter the second floor bedroom. Mr B hung from the centre of the high ceilinged room. His swollen feet bent on the dark stained carpet. I reconned he must have stretched as he melted in the sun. From skull vertex to planter surface of feet; Nine feet eight inches.
I like this, so I’m not of a sensitive nature, I guess. You should link this up over at Friday Fictioneers. You are quite a writer, sir. π
Wow & thanks & I’ve no idea how I would do that. Thanks again
Here’s the link to Rochelle’s blog. All the instructions are there. http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2014/04/30/2-may-2014/
OK. Thanks. I’ll see how far I can go
Hahaha didn’t get far. Couldn’t do it on my android system. Feel free to use it as you wish Γ’ΛΒΊ
That is disgusting! Creative, too. I felt so sorry for those kids. What actually DID squish the guy, anyway? If you don’t want to share, that’s OK … Rochelle will probably want to copy-cat at work! Great story!
I have no idea! Maybe he had a heart attack and fell on his knife. Maybe it was a murder…
Ooh, I don’t think I want that pink frosting. Chilling!
My first shiver came when I read about the children imaging the frosting being piped into their mouths. Yuk and double yuk! The squashed baker just added to the horror. π Do you think they’ll still want the wedding cake???
One small thing, you need “lay” here: “baker laid face-down.” And would you give me the bakery’s name so I can avoid it? Thanks.
janet
Haha! Thanks so much for the edit. I think I had “lay” first, but Word underlined it, and I changed it without checking. Fixed now!
Dear E.M.
As one who works as a cake decorator I find this particularly disturbing. What a way to go. Imaginative. I’ll think about it when I use pink icing. Good one.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Rochelle, I had no idea that you decorate cakes for a living! Sorry to put such a disturbing image in your mind.
Does this mean that the food inspectors won’t allow the cake to be sold? What a waste. Nice story though.
EM, Very vivid description that leaves a definite picture in my mind of the scene. π
The scene was unpleasant but the writing was good. Well done. π
Susan
Poor kids!!! They might not eat icing EVER again.
P.S. There’s something odd about this first sentence. The children leveraged the bench outside and their tiptoes to see the baker at work. Do you mean then tiptoed? If not ignore me.