Here’s what I’ve cooked up for the Friday Fictioneers prompt this week. Much thanks goes to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields who patiently hosts this flock of fiction fanatics. (My computer won’t do InLinkz, but you can click the blue frog on her blog to see this week’s smorgasbord.)
Special thanks also to Dale Rogerson for this week’s pizza photo prompt.
The Odd Little House with the Odd Little Strudel
“Oh, Hansel! The birds ate all our crumbs! Now we’re lost.”
Her brother looked around desperately. “Wait…there’s a house! Maybe they’ll tell us the way home.”
The children ran to the cottage and knocked. “No one’s home.” Gretel sniffed. “But something smells delicious.”
“And I’m starving.” Hansel opened the door. “There it is… Whatever it is.” He hurried to the table, chopped off two chunks with a nearby knife, and handed one to his sister.
Hunger overpowered Gretel’s timidity. She bit into the odd food. “Mmm… But greasy. And this stringy cheese… Funniest strudel I’ve ever eaten.”
They heard someone cackle.