Love and Cinnamon

****Previous installment of Vivid Black — Come Around (entire series HERE)


Cinnamon clobbered Ray as he walked into the house. He smiled. He loved the smell of his wife’s Cinnamon Caramel rolls.

Mom’s Homemade Cinnamon Peanut Butter Caramel Rolls

Door shut, locks snick snicked into place securing the house. He thumbed the holster latch, removed the glock and deposited keys and gun onto the side table.

He strolled into the kitchen, wrapped his arms around Leta, who was kneading more dough, and kissed her cheek.

“Babe, those smell fantastic. Any chance I get one this time?”

She turned, grabbed his face with floury hands and kissed his mouth.

“Make a pot of coffee and I’ll think about it.”


Cinnamon is the word this week at Velvet Verbosity. I can’t think of Cinnamon without thinking of my mom’s Peanut butter Caramel Cinnamon rolls and they MUST be had with a cup of black coffee. Of course, Sarah Vaughan’s “Black Coffee” is the perfect accompaniment to a blog post about cinnamon rolls.

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7 comments on “Love and Cinnamon

  1. Kenya G. Johnson says:



  2. deanabo says:

    Great writing! That pic is amazing, now Im hungry!


    • debseeman says:

      My mom’s fabulous, and famous cinnamon rolls. She bakes several pans to sell every year at the silent dessert auction Blossom’s school has for a fundraiser. They have been known to sell for $50! O_O


  3. Now I’m left wondering why he wouldn’t normally get one!


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