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Here's a little piece I had to do for a creative writing assignment today and thought it fitting since Josh is demanding I turn some fresh tasty apples into sugary baked delicious. Enjoy!

The smell of cinnamon creeps through the house, rousing her from her cosy position under a doona on the lumpy old couch. 

She sets her mug of tea down on the table beside her and goes over to peek in the oven. The crumble is almost done. Browning on top, the juices bubbling up around the edge of the pan.

Days ending with apple crumble are good days she thinks, reaching for some bowls from the drying rack and setting them on the bench top.  The chink of the bowls and the wafting smell of apples and cinnamon lure him out of the study.

“Apple crumble time?”

“Just about” she smiles.

She opens the oven, dodging the blast of escaping heat, and grabs the oven mitts from the stove top.

She feels his hands around her waist as she dishes up a bowl each, choc-chips on his and ice-cream on hers.

“I like apple crumble days” he says

She turns in his arms, a bowl in each hand

“Me too.”