How (Not) to Play with Magic (A Cindy Eller Short Story Prequel)
Elizabeth A Reeves
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A Cindy Eller Short story.
Cindy Eller is a witch and a baker. She is making a name for herself in the world of desserts with her new and unique flavor profiles.
But juggling her weird family and trying to keep her magic a secret from her roommates is a daily challenge.
And her twin sisters, Starrie and Rainey Skye won't hesitate to bring the trouble right to her door.
running a red light. I was suddenly very grateful for my seat belt. I really didn’t want to debate toads with him. I didn’t even really want to think about toads, not when I was on a date with a guy I really liked. I didn’t know what to talk about—I had toads on the brain. I couldn’t exactly tell him how my first toad ever had been my junior prom date and he had made a very cute, tiny toad for about five minutes before he changed back. Then he had freaked out, screaming at me that I was some
felt a thrill in the pit of my stomach. It was all I could do to keep from giggling. “Yes,” I managed. “I would like that.” The deep fryer on the other side of the room burst into flames. “Crap!” I shouted into the phone. “My kitchen is on fire!” I could hear a burst of sound as I threw the phone down, but I didn’t have time to answer it. I screamed for Jessi and Tansy as I grabbed the nearest fire extinguisher and aimed it. Jessi burst into the kitchen. When she saw the fire she let out a
after tomorrow. Get out. I don’t ever want to see you again.” I turned my back, waiting to hear the bell ring to tell me he was gone. “You’d better go,” Jessi said firmly. “Yes,” Tansy added. “Listen to her. Just go.” I heard him sigh. The bell over the door rang. The door slammed shut behind him. Only then did I let myself cry. I slid to the floor and put my head on my knees. “What is it?” I demanded. “What is it about me that attracts… toads?” Tansy smoothed back my hair. “It’s not your
she followed, but she didn’t need to know that. He saw the hesitation in her eyes as she thought over what he said. Finally, she sighed. “You’re probably right.” “I’ll be back in a few minutes,” he said and jogged his way to the back of the building. Why did her window have to be so high? He could shift, but that was always dicey out in the open, and he didn’t take unnecessary risks unless he absolutely had to. As he studied the wall, he noticed a small space where a brick had been broken or
formality of heating something up for my dinner, and went straight to the hard stuff. Jessi had restocked the freezer and I grabbed a pint at random, which would have scandalized her had she been there to see me. I wrapped my favorite fuzzy blanket around me and dug into the ice cream before I even looked to see what it was. I paused, in shock. Ricotta based ice cream with honey, pistachios, and lavender? Chunks of crispy pastry? I knew these flavors! It was a total rip off of my new popular