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| Tue, 05-14-2002 - 11:04am |
TINY TUESDAY (m)
Write a short story (less than 500 words) that includes a homemade cake, an envelope that is addressed to “My Love” and two red roses.
Happy writing,
Mac
PS...here's a good opportunity to practice writing with our senses. Let's taste those cakes and take time to smell the roses.

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My TT * Lainie and Cedric*
ok I thought I had this one under 500 words with out having to edited things out lol But in the end I had to cut 300 words. I hope you all like this. Please let me know what you think.
Jade
******************* Lainie & Cedric *******************
Lainie stood in the small kitchen, over a mixing bowl as she poured it in the cake mix. The tantalizing scent of chocolate filled the room. Slowly she added the other ingredients, folding them gently in to the mix, turning the mix for the dusty gray to the bold, dark brown color. Lainie dipped her finger in to the mix, bringing it to her eager mouth. She touched the finger to her tongue, the batter cool to the touch. The bitter sweetness flooded her thoughts pulling her back in time. The memory of their first meeting brought a wry, twisted smile to her face. She poured the batter into the pan, after opening the oven door she tapped the pan on the counter then placed it in the oven.
She sat at the table, the over-powering essence of the lilacs outside mingled through the window as she addressed the envelope for the card. She had hope that Cedric would love the cake she’d done for him. She spread on the carmel coconut frosting. Lainie carefully scrolled Happy Anniversary onto the cake.
“Shoot, I will not be ready when he gets here,” she muttered to herself. Cedric was due home in fifteen minutes and she could not find her wedding ring. Her breath caught in her throat as she glanced at the bathroom sink. “Well at least this won’t be one that I forget.” She let out a sigh; she could just see it now, her grandkids listening to the story of how Grandma dropped her ring down the drain. She finished getting ready.
Cedric was on his way home when he remembered that he hadn’t picked up the ring, he had gotten engraved. The flower shop would not deliver the flowers because whoever took his order never bothered to fill it, and then the restaurant was booked solid tonight, at that point in the day he thought his day couldn’t get any worse. Well he should have knocked on wood then. He got the ring in the nick of time the guy was just closing up. He’d seen a lady selling roses on the street corner and asked if she had a dozen red roses.
She shook head, “Sorry sir, I only have two left.”
“I’ll take them,” as he dug a ten out of his pocket.
He settled himself in to the car and started home. When he walked in there was she was fast asleep. Cedric went to the kitchen and seen the cake. A smile crossed his face as he spotted the envelope marked, My Love, as he slid the two red roses in the vase with the lilacs. Cedric went to his sleeping wife and slid the ring on her finger; carefully he scooped her up and carried her to bed. “Happy Anniversary Lainie, I love you so much” he whispered as a tear rolled down his face.
Have a mystical day,
Jade
Please Pray and Support O
Mmmm, Chocolate, my favorite...(m)
You had me from the get-go with that chocolate cake. Sammi
Delicious (m)
story and I could taste that cake. You've got me craving one now, especially with that carmel and coconut frosting. YUM!!!
Loved the story,
Mac
Hi Sammi I am glad that you like it.... Where have you been hiding? LOL miss ya *nt*
Have a mystical day,
Jade
Please Pray and Support O
Here's mine (m)
Sorry, this runs a little long!!!
Mac
* * *
Cassandra slipped into the bathroom, closing the door behind her before turning on the overhead light. Chad was sleeping peacefully in his crib, even his dad’s snoring hadn’t disturbed him. She checked herself one last time in the mirror, her blonde hair bounced freely as she shook her head. Carefully, she opened the door to the linen closet and slid out the card she’d bought at the drug store two days before. Cassandra placed it on the back of the toilet seat because she knew it’d be the first place he would head once he woke up, face up so her husband would see the “My Love” she’d scribbled across the front of the envelope, she flipped off the light.
The receptionist handed her a clipboard and application and directed her to the waiting room where two other women were seated. Cassandra assumed they were apparently there for the same job. She studied them over the top of the magazine, listening to their conversation. It’d been two years since she’d been in the workplace. Although it was Dean’s sudden lay-off that had forced her to return to work sooner than they’d planned, she felt eager to do so.
“Mrs. O’Brien,” called the receptionist.
Cassandra straightened her navy suit and followed the receptionist into the large office.
“Clayton Targenson,” said the handsome man behind the desk, extending his hand towards her.
“Cassy O���Brien,” she responded.
“Please have a seat.”
Cassandra looked around the room as he read her application and flipped through the two-page resume.
“Quite impressive,” he finally said.
Smiling, Cassandra said shyly, “I enjoyed my work very much.”
“Why the two years absence?”
“I’ve been a stay-at-home mom.”
“Ah…how old is your son?”
Cassandra fought the automatic urge to grab her “brag book” from her purse. “Chad turned two in January.”
“How nice. Well, you definitely have all the credentials for this position. I would like to hear in your words why you’d be the best choice for this job.” He crossed his fingers and leaned back in his leather high-back chair.
She thought for a moment and then began by telling him how her experience at the previous newspaper had taught her so much. How she put in 36-hour days when a story needed it because she was dedicated to her career. Then after her son was born, she and her husband decided that it’d be best if she quit working until after their son began school. She noticed his expression change as she said the last part so she then explained how her husband’s company went through a downsizing and they’ve decided he’d stay at home with their son for a while.
Cassandra pulled an envelope from her briefcase and handed it to the interviewer. “I’ve been following your paper for some time, but over the last few weeks, I’ve written my own version of Ask Mom articles. Please take a moment and read these. I’m confident you’ll be happy you did.”
He opened the folder and skimmed through them. “Mrs. O’Brien, you’re writing skills haven’t gotten rusty, that’s for sure. As you know, I have other interviews to conduct, but…I can assure you that you’ll rank at the top.”
“Thank you. Shall I follow up with you in a few days?”
“No, I’ll be in touch with you,” he answered, standing to shake her hand before she exited.
Cassandra dialed home from the payphone down the hall, telling Dean she felt good about the interview and then told him she’d missed the five train so it’d be at least two hours before she could catch the next one.
Walking in the door, the aroma of blueberry swarmed her. “Honey, I’m home,” she yelled out. Following the smell coming from the kitchen, her nose led her in that direction.
“We’re in here, Cass.”
Turning the corner, she spotted Chad in his high chair and a table set for two. Two red roses were in the center of the table. Cassandra bent down and sniffed them and then walked around the table and pecked her son on the cheek. He giggled.
“What’s this all about?” she asked.
“Celebration dinner.”
“Celebration? I don’t have the job yet.”
Dean lifted the cake from the oven and placed it on the counter and then pulled off the oven mitts before wrapping his arms around Cassandra. “Yes, you do. The editor called about half-hour after you did. Says you’re hired if you want the job.”
“Wow. I can’t believe it.”
“I saved the message on the machine if you want to listen to it. And thank you for the card.”
Cassandra placed her lips to Deans. “I just wanted you to know how much I love you and I wouldn’t be where I am if I didn’t have someone like you beside me.”
“I’m sorry our plans didn’t work out. I hope I can get another job soon,” he said.
“I hope you don’t. I like this home-cooking, good looking Mr. Mom stuff,” she whispered then kissed him again.
Thanks Mac. (M)
I had hoped I covered the taste and smell like you asked. Funny thing is I have not had a cake like that in ages (on a major diet) LOL am I the only one doing the SS and the TT?
Well better go get my walk in before it rains.
take care
Jade
Have a mystical day,
Jade
Please Pray and Support O
Oh how Sweet!!!!
Mac this is good, really good. Wish my hubby would do that for me. ok I can't complain he does most of the cooking, but the point is he loves to do it. Your story pulled at my heart strings. Thanks for sharing it.
Jade
Have a mystical day,
Jade
Please Pray and Support O
You did great!!! (m)
Wished I could say the same. I know I didn't elaborate on the taste and smell in mine-LOL.
I think the board's a little slow right now because of graduations and such, but keep writing. But I'm sure, everybody will start up again soon. Plus your stories are always so enjoyable to read.
Hugs,
Mac
No wonder (m)
You bought the hubby a new entertainment center. He cooks? Lucky girl!!!
Thanks for reading and your feedback,
Mac
Very sweet jade, (and chocolaty--umm.)nt
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