Fiction for Dessert

A smooth flowing story, with crunchy word topping, please!

“Read for an hour, and you can have dessert.” Are you kidding? Reading is dessert.

For a while, when I was little, my parents gave me a choice of punishments: “Go to your room and think about it, or take a spanking and go back outside to play.” Well, don’t throw me in that briar patch…

It didn’t take them long to catch on that solitary confinement, to an introverted child with an overactive imagination and well-stocked bookshelves is no punishment…