Biscuits and Sun Shower

Flash Fiction (650 words) about baking and the Devil

Kris slams her hands onto the countertop hard enough that Sam almost drops a baking sheet full of biscuits.

Sam eases the oven door closed and straightens up, wiping her hands with a faded kitchen towel. “What,” she asks, “has gotten into you all of a sudden?”

Kris shakes her head. “I don’t like it when it does this.”

Outside, rain falls out of a clear, b…