Pink cupcakes

The girl with wispy white ringlets stuck out her tounge as she squeezed the tube of icing. A huge clump of icing exploded onto cupcake, splattering her arms with tiny pink specks.



"Opps." She smiled and turned to the small container of pink icing next to her. Dipping her knife into the creamy icing, she swirled it around and dumped another dollop of icing onto another cupcake.



She worked for an hour, carefully pressing the knife to the top of the iced cupcakes and turning the base slowly. The flat blade smoothed the thick surface, giving it a gentle swirl.



After the cupcakes were iced, she gently placed the cupcakes into a tray. After she wiped the sticky remnants from her fingers, she carefully carried the tray to her friend's house down the way.

"Happy birthday!" she cried when her friend opened the door. The girl with black pigtails gasped, her cheeks flushing with joy.

"For me?" her friend asked, a delighted smile on her face. "You didn't have to do that!"

"For you," her friend affirmed, her own cheeks pink. The girl with black pigtails led her friend to the kitchen, where they set the cupcakes down gently on the table. They sat down and looked at each other.

"Aren't you going to have one?" the girl with black pigtails inquired.

"It's your birthday!" the other girl said.

"True." Beaming, the girl with black pigtails carefully peeled the wrapper off the cupcake. Taking a gentle bite, bliss bloomed across her face.

"Do you like it?" the girl with white ringlets asked anxiously. Her brow was furrowed in concern.

"It's wonderful," her friend affirmed. "They're delicious!"

"Good." The other girl exhaled a sigh of relief. "I was worried. I'm glad they're all right."

"They're more than all right," her friend said, starting on a second cupcake. "They're perfect."

The girl with white ringlets beamed, and her friend smiled back at her. They were perfect.


Happy birthday Libby!