Sundae on a Sunday

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Written for Wordle # 280 and https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/

A sundae, always on a Sunday.

Bless the pool of multi-coloured sludge,

mixed together

in a child’s memory.

Little silver platters

full of hot, fudgy, pancakes.

Covered in

maple syrup.

Tiny sprinkles on top

like pixie butterflies in my

stomach

Published by writerravenclaw

I am a fifty something mother of two grown up children, and one beautiful grandchild. I have been married for nearly thirty-four years. My first book was published ten years ago. I wrote my book Sticks and Stones because of my experience of being bullied at school.

2 thoughts on “Sundae on a Sunday”

  2. Oh, that does bring back the image of melted ice cream with sprinkles and sauce all gooey together! I don’t have experience with fudgy pancakes though. Thanks for this!

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