Pint-Sized

by DeejayMil

Spencer remembers being very small, and his mother reading to him. His favourites were the snippets. Snack-sized, bite-sized; glimpses at a bigger picture. He's grown now, and not so small, but he still remembers being read to. The Pint-Sized Prompts Challenge from /r/fanfiction is back and continuing with another batch of minuscule prompts to take us through mad March!

3. October 3rd: Velvet

October 3rd: Velvet

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October 3rd: Dramatic food moment - 100 words - Your Choice of 4 Images! Pick one, the fandom is still whatever you like!

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He arrived early and scanned the grounds for the perfect illusion of privacy. Found a bench coated in leaves and slick with the rain, sliding onto it with the box heavy in his hands. The wind whistled bitterly.

Hi, hello, he imagined her saying, opening the box and looking in. Oh, red velvet cake. My favourite. How did you know?

I'm a profiler, he rehearsed, and heard her laugh. It's my job.

Catching criminals, one sweet tooth at a time.

He didn't say that though. Instead, he closed his eyes and murmured, "Happy birthday, Maeve."

The wind whispered with him.