Today’s 3words are: Chocolates, Marshmallows, Mince (as in pies)
My ongoing story is…
He spoke without turning, unable to shift his eyes from the awful past. “How… Where did you… What is going…”
Barry gasped and dropped to his knees, certain he could smell Mary’s old MINCE pies.
The eflinixie leaped to Barry’s side and hugged him, using his tiny finger to lift Barry’s chin. Barry thought he fought it, but couldn’t have done, for the little fellow couldn’t have the strength to force him to do anything.
Barry heard laughter from the kitchen, and turned just in time to see his long-dead son skip through carrying a plate of CHOCOLATES and MARSHMALLOWS.