Friday, 18 May 2012

'The Last Batch of Brownies' by Sonya Oldwin

I looked at them, not quite believing my eyes. They were perfect. Firm and crunchy on the outside with a gooey centre. They looked like something out of a food magazine. Nothing like it had ever come out of my oven. He would come running into the kitchen, attracted by the smell. They were his favourite, after all.
He opened the door, put his coat on a hanger and came to find me in the kitchen. Didn’t notice them, though, because we had to talk, he said.
It was the last batch of brownies I ever made.

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