Magic Chalice

 A flash fiction for the New Year! Start 2024 by joining my Patreon and buying my poetry book. Doing so will support me as a writer.

    The chilled bronze chalice kisses your lips. Slowly sip the frothy liquid, and the foam sits atop your upper lip. As the fizz slides over your tongue, none of the bubbles pop. The sweet spice of the drink causes tingles across your tastebuds. As you swallow the bubbles, they pop inside your throat. The sensation reminds you of Pop Rocks combusting down into your stomach. Every last bubble within the bronzed chalice becomes consumed. You placed the cup back on the table as the final popped bubble entered your gut. As a tickling sensation rises from your tummy, you giggle. END.

A Teddy Bear

 Here's a short and sweet piece of the holiday season. Check out my Patreon and buy my poetry book to support my writing.

    When Momma made me a teddy bear, she collected large scraps of pastel fabric. The pastel colors all had either white stripes or polka dots.

"To add character," Momma said.

Once the pieces are sewn together, it is time for the fluff. I am told to hug my teddy bear.

"To fill it with love," Momma explained.

The teddy bear is firm enough to sit up but soft enough to cuddle all night.

"I'll give your bear brown eyes and a brown nose, just like you," said Momma.

With brown thread, the eyes and nose are stitched on. Now it's perfect. END.