Writing for today's 5-minute #freewrite prompt hosted by 
Prompt: Cracker
I don’t want to be a cracker. I want to be a scone, a tea cake, a cookie. Anything but a flat sheet of something bare of beauty and character.
Others have popping colors and dainty things on them, we have nothing but holes.
I bet they taste perfect for tea, coffee and milk. I bet they look great at parties.
How about us, crackers? Even the bowl we are served in looks as bland as we are. All we ever do is break into little pieces and crack in different places.
But then I remember the fingers that reach out to get us - always eager, always sincere. So does it really matter if we look nothing like those pretty things?
Here's the link for today's freewrite prompt.
