Flash Fiction: Mom’s Favorite Memory

A favorite memory of raising my boy genius?

He’s yelling. I run downstairs. I yell. We’re swept-up by a wave of amorphous gloop belching Funfetti. It then heatlessly and instantly bakes into a chest-deep, wall-to-wall, kitchen-filling cake.

“Happy birthday… Mom,” I hear him murmur, buried somewhere in its third layer.

 

 

 

 

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