Fruitcake soaked in rum emitted a sweet odor.
“I don’t get why fruitcakes have become a symbol of the worst part of the holiday season. People joke about using them as paperweights and doorstops. Put them in the center of the table!” Herschel said as he finished baking the cake.
Loreen grinned. “I love your fruitcakes,” she intoned. She shot a glance at him that made her words more serious and sensual than playful and light. Her voice had darkened like the bottom of the potent potable infused pastry.
“I love that you love my fruitcakes,” Herschel replied. He leaned in for a kiss at their island in the kitchen, resplendent with gold pots and sleek whiteness.
Loreen knew better than to carve up the confectionary perfection her husband just produced. There would be time for it to cool. There would be time for the rum to fully become part of the cake. A text broke her away from the temptation to touch it. Herschel smiled.
Her heels clicked through their halls. She entered their elevator and walked to her home office. She journeyed to her desk and fired up her computer with a single touch. The face of a man with almond skin and long locks looked back at her.
“So this problem persists,” Loreen asked.
“Every year,” Eli Fossberg admitted.
“Not this year,” Loreen asserted. “What you want to do is ensure that your system is intact before your presentations. Once you demonstrate that the Rube Goldberg machine works, that’s when you present it.”
“That’s the whole business, and we’ve been making rounds on the ‘Net. We’ve racked views and then lost subscribers when the machine went to shambles.”
“This Christmas, you won’t have to worry about that. Do as instructed and you will succeed.”
“That I know.”
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