A story and some donut news!

So yes, I just finished the DONUT DASH 5k race in my hometown (Plattsburgh, NY)

(read all about the Donut saga up to this point here)
And it was SOOO EPIC!
I even got my picture in the paper! Here’s the online version!

And yes, it’s Kathy with a K, but it’s still cool. That’s  all the teaser you’re going to get…full post coming soon!

BUT
ALSO
Did you know in the middle of that,
on my day off from training in fact,
I wrote a fun little story?

Susanna Leonard Hill did many things this summer, including this fun series called Summer Shorts and Sweets. I went all over-achiever one week and did three poems. With all the craziness and coast jumping, I did not continue to make summer shorts or sweets. But I’m glad I heard about this last one!

A good old fashioned picture prompt!

My earliest memory of these was in Mr. Villemaire’s 5th grade class,
when we would write stories from Norman Rockwell paintings or pictures.
That was always my favorite part of the week!

Anyway, the story had to be 250, and let me tell you, the cutting was tough!
I had mine originally at 286, but trimmed it down to 250 exactly. Good training for a PB writer, right?

Anyway, here it is:

Title:  Just Say it.

“Goodbye” I called.
Phillip should have known I wasn’t kidding around.

“C’mon! I’ll let you win at jousting.”
“Nope. Sorry.”
“I’ll let you ride Pickled Pony!”
“Uh, no thanks.” I mean, Pickled Pony’s ok, if you can get past the ridiculous name.

“Don’t make me jump the fire!” he cried, rearing back on Pickled Pony.
Now this I didn’t have to worry about.
He may be the king’s son, but Phillip couldn’t jump a candlestick with Pickled Pony.
It’s not really Phillip’s fault…Pickled Pony is plump from eating so many pickles.

“C’mon, have pity on him!” Fryer said.
Fryer’s pretty compassionate for a dragon. If it were up to him, Phillip would be eating one right now.

“I’m not having any pity until he does what I asked,” I said, standing firm.
I may just be a dragon stable boy, but my father taught me to stand by my word.
“C’mon, I didn’t mean it.”
“Just say it, and I’ll let you have one.”
“I have more chocolate.” Fryer raised an eyebrow.

“Nope.”
Phillip sighed.
“FINE.” He got off Pickled Pony and looked me in the eye across the fiery chasm.

“I’m sorry I said this dessert you invented, ‘s’mores’ was just something for commoners.”
“AND?”

“AND I would consider myself very lucky if you would share your impressive knowledge on the subject
and teach me how to make one.”
“Did you hear that, Fryer? He apologized.”
Fryer smiled and reached across the chasm to bring Philip over.

“Best friends still?” Phillip asked.
“Best friends still,” I said. “First, you need a stick…….”

I really enjoy writing up conversations as stories.
And I love s’mores.
In fact, this summer I introduced s’mores to people from 4 different countries!
Yes, I will accept the title of S’more Ambassador.

Off to update my resumé,
KE