I am a terrible writer.
At least, when I'm sick. I have a cold and colds make me...a little irritable. So when I saw that this month's Chatterbox topic (find more info about the event here) was "maple," I wondered if it was possible for me to write anything about maple trees without people falling out of them and breaking arms Jem-Hearne-style.
Anyway, I went ahead and took the cheating route this time and used maple syrup. Which is decidedly less dangerous....unless it's poisoned. But luckily I didn't think of that until after I had written it.
“Giles Spafford, you haven’t touched your breakfast.”
Giles looked over to the tray Mrs. Featherstone had set on the side table a half hour earlier.
“Oh. I had forgotten about it. I’m not very hungry.”
Mrs. Featherstone heaved a sigh. “I do hate to see food go to waste.”
“I’ll eat it, Mrs. Featherstone,” Miss Kohl spoke up. “I love pancakes.”
“Well then.” Mrs. Featherstone smiled. “I’ll reheat them on the stovetop for you.”
“I’d love that, Mrs. Featherstone, so long as it isn’t any trouble to you.” Miss Kohl answered.
“Not at all. I’m glad I have someone who appreciates my cooking.” Mrs. Featherstone said with annoyance directed at her employer. The effect was lost due to the fact that his attention was already claimed elsewhere.
“You know I love you, Mrs. Featherstone,” he said absent-mindedly from behind his book.
Mrs. Featherstone humphed and carried the tray back into the kitchen. She returned about ten minutes later, the pile of pancakes high and fluffy, with a pat of butter on the side. She also carried in a small jug of maple syrup.
“Oh, I adore maple syrup,” Miss Kohl said happily as she took the tray from Mrs. Featherstone. Giles watched as she buttered her pancakes, cut them into a neat grid of squares, and then added the syrup. She didn’t drizzle it gently but let it pour out in a steady stream that pooled at the bottom of her plate. He stared.
Now wonder she was so sickly sweet. The girl was probably made of sugar. It was disgusting.
Just a little something that I thought of on short notice with three of the characters from a work-in-progress. But hopefully it gives you a little insight into the characters. Or, at least, of the very cranky Mr. Spafford. It probably won't make it into the final book, but it was fun to do. :)