Nori’s Handmade Sprinkle — Under the warm shelf lamp, Nori patted his pink icing and counted his sprinkles. Read the full story →
Under the warm shelf lamp, Nori patted his pink icing and counted his sprinkles. He wanted one more heart before the morning tray rolled out, so he wiggled down from the counter and followed the cinnamon smell past flour jars and silver whisks.
Behind the sugar sack, a tiny sugar moth shivered. “My wing is sticky,” she whispered. Nori gave her his only round sprinkle to nibble free, but now his top looked bare. The moth brushed sugar dust onto his icing, and Nori shaped it with both little hands—pinch, pat, press—into a heart. He rolled back proud and quiet under the warm shelf lamp; can you find the handmade heart he made?
