Flash Fiction Friday: Christmas Cookies
The sweet sugary scent of cookies drifted through the sparsely furnished house. Chocolate chip cookies, iced and sprinkled with silvery balls. “Are they ready?” Allyson bit her lip as she wrung her hands. “Almost there.” Valerie scooped the last of the cookies from the warm metal sheet and arranged it neatly with the others on the plate. “Is the milk ready?” “Got it,” Taft said, holding the cold glass of milk in the air. None of them smiled. The three children walked like the