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Day 12 ‘Pumpernickel’

A Pumpernickel Tale

Nicholas Pumpernickel was a baker from Hoffleton; daily he baked pumpernickel bread for the King, because it was his wife’s favourite. He had a crush on the Princess because he once heard her laugh at a maid’s joke, and her voice was delicate and pure. She visited the village once a month, but locals had to vacate their shops, because the King had forbidden any local to talk or look upon her face.

One day the Princess visited Nickolas’s shop, and he had baked a message into a cupcake and left it on the counter. The Princess entered alone, her blue dress shimmered, and her hair was tied up, apart from one blonde locket that curled by her neck. While layers of silk-covered her face, when she spotted the cupcake, she took it with her, an indication that Nickolas’s plan may work.

Each day, Nickolas sent a cupcake with his bread delivery to the palace gate, and when the Princess came out for her monthly visit, she left him a note.

Dear Nickolas,

Your kind words made my heart flutter, enriched my mind and awoken my soul.

In answer to your question, father will only let a local marry me, if they can make him smile.

Good luck, my love. X x x

Nicholas sighed, the King never smiled, ever since his wife died.

The following week was the kings birthday, the only time locals were allowed inside the court. Nicholas brought in his gift and bowed to the King; the Princess clasped her hands together in anticipation.

Nicholas addressed the King, ‘I give you a gift to represent the love you have for your beloved queen.’ He bowed.

The King banged his fist on the throne; the Princess touched the Kings arm.

‘Please, give him a chance; he once made me smile.’

The King took her hand and nodded to Nickolas.

‘You have one minute, before I decide to cut off your head.’ The King sat back in his chair.

Nickolas wiped his sweaty hands on his trousers and tugged off the sheet. The King stared at the life-size version of himself and his wife in pumpernickel; a tear fell down his cheek. Oh no thought Nickolas, he fell to his knees and begged for forgiveness.

The King walked over to Nickolas and smiled. ‘No one has talked about my Julia since she died, because they were afraid of the repercussions. All this time, I grieved alone.’ He gestured for him to rise. ‘You captured my dear wife’s loving embrace, and even made it in her favourite bread. You have brought me closure. I will grant you anything you want.’ The King embraced Nickolas.

‘May I have your daughter in marriage.’ Nickolas replied.

The King looked at his daughter, who nodded and explained how she fell in love with his cupcakes. They married one month later, and every anniversary of the queens death, Nickolas would bake a pumpernickel bread sculpture of the queen to celebrate the life she had.

I am challenging myself to write a 500-word post a day for 30 days. I will choose a random word from the dictionary and to make this challenge more complicated; I will use the same word to create posts on Twitter and Instagram. I will create a haiku for twitter and post a photo on Instagram. If the word I choose is too obscure to make a post, I will choose another word.

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