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 spran...