My One-shots

strawberry

The faint smell of strawberry perfume
Peaked when she sat to stretch her tiny body
Up, left, right, down
Was what she thought 

Then, she dropped lightly from the bed
The floorboards creaking lightly
As her nimble feet crossed the hallway
Into the bathroom

Pale skin in contrast to ginger
Stood out amongst her
When she stared at herself
In front of the mirror
Red, ruby eyes staring back

Sighing, she turned the faucet slowly
And watched the water splash 
The cold sensation of water hit her face
The warmth of her hands rubbing
Was all she could feel

Wet, nimble feet made their way across the hallway again
This time to the kitchen
Where a simple breakfast is going to be made

The cold breeze of the refrigerator hit her
As she pondered, "What should I eat today?"
Ruby eyes spotted pancake mix
With leftover strawberries
She believed
That would be her first feast of today

The mixer scraped against the metal bowl
Her arms ached as it mixed
The batter over and over again
She started to wonder
If this was a good idea after all

The sizzle of a hot pan
Lightened the mood immediately
She poured the mixture slowly, surely
Ensuring it doesn't fall too fast

After a few minutes, she flipped the pancake
Waiting patiently for it to turn solid

She was awarded
With a delicious breakfast
Completed with strawberries
And cold, cool milk

She sighed, confused
Two options to choose from
A pastel pink dress with frills
Or a white, simple gown with black details
She muzzled over the conundrum
And finally decided on the former

She locked her house
Made sure the lights were off
And. . . -

"Welcome!"
Cheered the sign
That waited patiently 
In front of the little house
That belonged to the 
Strawberry-blossomed lady

With her precarious ginger hair
And enamoring red orbs
Welcomed each customer with glee
Into her cafe with ease

She made their orders precariously
So it would be as delicious as it could get

She served all afternoon, and at 4
Waved goodbye to her last customer and closed
Dusted the shelves
Cleaned the floors
Wiped the counters
Counted her change
And shut the door for today

Our strawberry lady
Headed towards the kitchen
Made herself a cup of chamomile tea
Sat at her cortaruoi armchair
And sipped by the fire

She smiled contentedly
And sighed, thinking
"Today is a good day."