The images swirled through her. She needed to bake. Cake. A layered chocolate cake. With vanilla buttercream frosting.The images were as clear as four-color photos from a coffee table book on baking. She could taste the vanilla, butter, and cream whipped into a sugar frosting as if she had spooned it into her mouth. The chocolate smelled so real that a chill of awareness ran along her skin, pooling in her fingertips. She itched to bake.
-Linda Francis Lee
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