by Belinda Roddie
The cupcakes revolted. The doughnuts did, too. They formed a sweet army brigade. They allied with cookies and other pastries and marched in an angry parade.
I pulled out a fork and charged at the mass. The sugary frosting flew everywhere. Crumbs littered the floor as we settled the score, and you could smell death in the air.
All the rolls and croissants begged for peace and detente, but not even they could be spared. The war of deliciousness was ended that day, while the angry sun up above glared.
I scooped their remains into a trash bin. Not a bit of their flesh could be saved. All the chocolate, vanilla, and sprinkled glory was gone - what a terrible waste.
This week's prompt was provided by Arden Roddie.