Junie’s Sugar-Key Errand — Behind the warm glass of Cupcake Haven, Junie kept a sugar key tucked under her paper cup. Read the full story →
Behind the warm glass of Cupcake Haven, Junie kept a sugar key tucked under her paper cup. It looked like a crooked white sprinkle, but don’t tell the lemon tarts: it opened the little blue tin where the baker saved tomorrow’s first cherry. Junie wanted that cherry for the tall cupcake in the front window before the evening bell rang.
So she rolled from her safe saucer, bump-bump, past the mint tart and the crumbly sprinkle cake. Powdered sugar squeaked under her ridges. A draft from the door pushed her sideways, and one pink frosting curl slid off onto the sill. “Worth it,” Junie whispered, though she felt suddenly plain.
The sugar key fit the tin with a soft click. Inside was not one cherry, but a note: WAIT. Junie waited while the streetlights blinked on and the hanging flowers breathed their rainy smell. At last, the baker returned and crowned her with the cherry herself. Next time you spot the cherry in the window, keep her secret: patience was the real sugar key.
