iced cookies

For Friday Fictioneers
100 words

Copyright Jennifer Pendergast

Mom sits in her wheelchair, frail and shrunken. Her hands and head wobble constantly with Parkinson’s disease.

I place the tray of cooled, freshly-baked cookies on the table in front of her, alongside cups of colored icing and sprinkles.

“Want to start with red?” I ask, pushing a cup toward her. She shakily picks up a spoon.

An hour later, there’s icing everywhere. The cookies are thoroughly decorated. Mom leans back, green icing all over her hair, smiling radiantly.

“Just look at those beautiful cookies!” I exclaim, just like she must have said to me so many years ago.

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Thank you to Rochelle at RochelleWisoff.com for this happy kickstart, with the photo prompt above.

29 thoughts on “iced cookies

  1. I sooo loved this, brought tears of joy-filled memories of working at the nursing home in activities. How simple things like baking cookies and decorating them meant so very much. I just love this!

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