The JSW Challenge is open to anybody who wishes to participate. Using the writing prompt, write a flash fiction no longer than 300 words and post it to your page. The Challenge starts on Monday and runs through Sunday each week. Please remember to link your story back to this post so everyone can read your entry.
“I know! Isn’t it horrible!”
“Well, not so devastating as all that.”
“You don’t understand.”
“Throw them out!”
“They really aren’t that bad,” I said. “If you just scrape off…”
“THROW THEM OUT!”
“All right, all right. Throwing them out as we speak.” I scraped the cupcakes off the plate into the trash. “So what are we going to do for dessert?”
“Why are you asking me that?”
“Ah…. just a question.”
“It’s not just a question. I tried my best to make a dessert, but I failed.”
“You didn’t fail. The cupcakes just got a little burnt.”
“Ah for crying out loud…..”
“Don’t try to make me feel better. I know what you think.”
“I highly doubt you know what I think,” I said.
“What does that mean?”
“Don’t pretend not to understand.”
“I don’t have to pretend. I have no clue what that means.”
“Sniff. You think you could do better.”
“I think no such thing. Why don’t you just start again and…”
“Failure! Never! I’ll never make cupcakes again.”
“Crying out loud.”
“No, never.” She stomped out the door and up the steps.
I stood there for a moment. If I made the cupcakes, she’d never forgive me. If I didn’t make the cupcakes, she’d never forgive me. I was so screwed. Grabbing my keys, I headed out the door. Might as well make the most of the night before the hurricane.