PHOTO PROMPT Β© Na’ama Yehuda

Vanilla, Butterscotch, Kesar(Saffron)- Pista, Chocolate, Coffee, Mango, Strawberry, Peach. Tried and tasted, yet a distinct element, flavours rendered each time she tasted it.

What was the new flavour around?

Honey syrup – coconut crunch, caught her intrigue, the minute she tasted it, crunchiness of coconut, dancing to the tunes of honey laced around it left her mesmerised. She didn’t imagine the two would blend so well together. A perfect match.

Could she apply for the ice cream taster profile that was advertised? She was undoubtedly showing signs of being a pro at it.

92 words.

Acknowledgements :- Thank you Rochelle Wisoff – Fields for running the challenge at Friday Fictioneers. The challenge is to write a story in under 100 words based on the photo prompt. For rules please refer here. Also written in response to Fandango’s One Word Challenge (FOWC). The word of the day is “profile”. For rules on FOWC please refer here. Thank you all for stopping by and reading.

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