How Much Is That Cupcake in the Window? collage/acrylic, 18 x 36
Elizabeth W. Seaver
Ahhhh, that sweet smell of freshly baked pastry. It wafts through the breeze, tickling my nose and pulling me in the direction of scrumptious goodies. In the manner of the old cartoons, the delicious smell morphs into a hand, which beckons, and, inevitably, I drift through the door of the bakery.
Hear the bell jingle?
There they sit right in the window--cupcakes.
I'll take three. And coffee to go.
In my dreams....