The candy spirit was predictably sweet. But Lonny couldn’t get over its spiciness. Its kisses tasted of cinnamon taffy.
Its first appearance had been a series of surprises. Floating ingredients shaping itself into a humanoid form in his shop after closing had frozen him in amazement. That it wanted to caress his mouth instead of eat Lonny in a monstrous way was mind-melting.
Another time, peppermint nearly overpowered him, finding it grinning with soft-crack white sugar over a smooth stick striped with pink.
No balls. No spun-sugar hair. Maybe the spirit would take suggestions.
Lonny, wide-mouthed, knelt in his kitchen.
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