Daily Writing Prompt

The soft glow of the candles softens the age lines on Irene’s face. Only nine candles, one for each decade of her life. A smile deepens her dimples and brings a spark to her rheumy blue eyes. She puckers her lips in an attempt to blow out the candles but manages only a few. Her great granddaughter helps with the rest.

A smooth blanket of chocolate buttercream enrobes the moist yellow cake, her favorite combination. A cluster of yellow roses decorates the top along with the yellow message that marks the occasion. To the delight of her granddaughter, the creator of the magnificent confection, the honoree swipes her finger along the edge of the cake taking a healthy dose of milk chocolate goodness to her waiting tongue. Eyes closed, she swirls the luscious morsel around in her mouth in a manner that rivals the most cultured of wine tasters. When she opens her eyes again she nods her approval to the woman who anxiously awaits her judgment.

Happy Birthday Irene.