Friday Stories

The Coaxing Cauldron: Part Two.

Lydia Goodswell first came into The Coaxing Cauldron when she was four years old – alone.  She was lost. While holding the calf of her dad’s pant leg as he continued a never-ending conversation outside the coffee house she caught the brown sugar butter smell of the candy shop. She waddled her way past the […]

The Coaxing Cauldron: Part One.

The smell of sugar encompasses incoming customers as soon as the short twinkle rings to announce their arrival.  I say “customers” because no one has ever left the “Coaxing Cauldron” with empty hands. When I say “sugar” I don’t mean that sour-rubber-candy smell that reminds you of a day-old stomachache. I mean that brown butter […]