In The Stir Of A Hand
Robots Contest Entry
“Squeal! Crunch!”
“What’s that sound?” questioned Susan.
Tom ran into the kitchen to check. AngelCakes attempted to blend soup with the batter, including the tin can.
“Darn, instructions weren’t clear,” Tom fretted, making necessary adjustments.
With a replacement of ingredients, the smell of spicy tomato soup cake soon filled their house.
“Hmmm…crunchy!” Susan commented, spitting out bits of cake.
“Yuck!” Tom balked, taking a bite. “Should’ve written: Put egg into mixing bowl. Throw out shell.”
He made another note in the recipe.
“I’ll have our baking robot ready in time to make you a birthday cake, hon.”
Susan grimaced.
From Guest Contributor Krystyna Fedosejevs
Krystyna writes poetry, fiction, and creative nonfiction regardless of the season, although she prefers spring.
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