Sprinting for the story, and a chance for new books

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Next, the writing prompt:

“Bottled emotions are a product you can buy.”

Sprint:

Jill stared out the window at the throngs of people milling about the sidewalk, but didn’t take in a single person. She was sitting casually at the table she always took in the sandwich shop, absently tapping away to the beat filling her eardrums. 

If the girl came for the edibles within the next few minutes, Jill would be able to make it to Gerry’s in time to pick up her next order of cactus this afternoon. She’d be able to get started on turning that into some cookies - the cookies sold best. She also wanted to try out the recipe she’d found for noodles. She liked playing around with the recipes - sometimes they worked right away, but usually she had to tweak them to account for the difference between the shade dust she made from the cactus and the canna sugar or butter the recipes usually called for. The recipe she’d found for noodles called for canna butter. She reviewed the changes she might make, glancing at the watch on her arm. She frowned. If she didn’t need the money from this sale to buy the next batch, she’d leave - the girl was already two minutes late. 

Her gaze flicked to the counter, where the boy who she’d given the gummies to sat absently picking at his thumbnail. His acne-scarred chin moved as he muttered quietly to himself. Jill had told him she would bring more for him with her next appointment - she didn’t want to get him too dependent on her. She limited him to a once a week delivery, and never the recipes with the shade dust. Watching what the canna products did to him, she knew she’d been right. Giving this boy shade-dusted edibles would be akin to handing him a bottle of emotion to drink with nothing to dilute it. A small frown played at her mouth. She knew too much about that herself.

Clearly, I have some research to conduct. I've never made noodles - and a quick search for recipes suggests that they won't be the right thing for Jill to be trying to make. However, this sprint - in some form or another - may make its way into the next book!