Fiction: Trifecta Writing Challenge. Prompt, use the third definition of deliberate.
It was a whim to put 86 candles on the cake. I had ten more that I put on for ten more years.
I had planned to make a cake for a while. It was a hummingbird cake then Italian Cream Cake. A cook on the news described the chocolate cake he liked. I thought of finely chopped nuts in chocolate icing. It was a tough decision, Chocolate brownie cake or Coca cola cake.
I chose stout yellow candles. Not the normal skinny ones, I wanted to watch them burn. Sip my coffee, look out the window. Think a deliberate thought about the different people who I had loved and blow a few out for each one.
Slowly I lit all the candles. It was a beautiful sight. I walked into the kitchen and smoke was pouring from the side of the oven doors. A small square of margarine in the oven was burning. I turned the oven off and the exhaust fan on. The smoke alarm went off. I got the fire extinguisher, and then I noticed the flame had gone out.
Throwing open the windows and doors in the back of the apartment to let the smoke escape. I think the neighbors will never know.
Bamm, bamm, bamm on the front door, fire men are on the other side of the peephole. I look at my beautiful cake. Opening the door, I hear myself saying, “It was just a small grease fire.”
Cake is better when you have someone to eat it with others. Next year, the cake will be at the firehouse.
|By Francesca Cesa Bianchi, Milano (Own work) [CC-BY-SA-3.0-it (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0/it/deed.en)], via Wikimedia Commons|