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Grace crinkled up her nose. She hated the smell. It made her nauseous.

“You better get used to this. It’s going to be very much a part of your profession” scorned her mother whipping up the froth.

Grace mulled over if she really wanted to take up the profession that her family prided upon for several years now.

The conflict ended as divine aroma filled her olfactory senses even as the cheesecake did a slow and seductive rise in the oven.

“Bring on the eggs. I’m going to be an awesome baker one day!” She declared to her beaming mother.

PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright – Madison Woods
Word count: 100
Linking this to the 100 word fiction prompt at Rochelle's Friday Fictioneers, and
Five Sentence Fiction at LillieMcferrin Writes for the word prompt: Conflict

Lillie McFerrin Writes


  1. He he,you had me wondering at the smell ;) Nice combination of the prompts!

  2. Lol I saw this going much darker at first. As a Dad I got to like that.

    1. yes, the pic is dark, actually! Thank you :-)

  3. hehehehe....the twist wasnt expected...cheese cake :D

  4. A delightful tasting cheesecake to the pallet. Love it! Well done! Nan :)

    1. Thank you, Nan. Glad you liked it :-)

  5. The pic is a bit eeky :P but the twist was nice :)

    1. yes, I went ewww too looking at the pic..thanks, Jas :-)

  6. She knows what she wants! Results count! Nothing sells like hot cakes.
    Yummy end, Uma. Very positive :)

    1. Of course :-) thanks a lot, Anita!

  7. haha..this was wonderful...It's not easy to say that with conviction you know..

    Random Thoughts Naba - Your Birthday Or Mine?…...

    1. Thanks, Naba..when you are young, you are quite convinced of your words, no? It's only when we grow up we doubt our own dreams.

  8. That realization ended all her inner conflict....lovely post!

  9. There's always a hurdle before you achieve what you want to. Endure that and you can fly.

    Good one!

    1. well said. There is no easy route to success. Thanks, Keirthana. I love how you always catch up on my posts..thank you for that :-)

  10. A conflict unfortunately experienced by many youngsters! Nice mixing of the prompts. Well done!


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