Why did she tell him she knew how to cook? Why did she agree to host a dinner party? Now what?
Priscilla studied the book, forehead scrunched her eyes followed her finger across the page with an erratic bounce. She started over again, from the beginning of the page. The print blurred as she stared at the page, ‘dammit, what will I do, dinner in an hour I don’t know how to make spaghetti sauce.’
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Never mind there is always
the dessert to look forward to 😉
Andro xxxx
Perhaps they can jump directly to dessert, skip dinner.
Yes let’s do that 😉 🙂
Have a delightful Tuesday Val
Andro xxxx
Val, I’m in suspense! Where’s Julia Child when you need her?? 😉
My response? Where is a good reservation and bit of honesty?
Touché!
That’s when you pretend the stove broke, and take him to dinner.
Another good option! 😉
Too much stress. Better to order in! 🙂
My feelings exactly, should have simply said cooking isn’t for me. Lying never gets you past the gate, dontcha know?
Me and Priscilla may be twin spirits. I usually have my son to whip up something. The heck if I know anything about making any kinda sauce. She could always go to the store and add some peppers and whatnots to make it her own.
I love cooking, can’t imagine not knowing how. Can’t imagine lying though just to impress someone else, can you? Don’t know how to make something? Or maybe just don’t want to, make reservations or get take out. Why bother my pretty head.
Not only can she not cook, but it also leads me to think she’s suffering from dislexia as her eyes jump across the page and then blur….poor thing! So, I agree with the others, get take-out, get through the evening, then admit the truth. Makes me grateful I am past those need-to-impress days! So grateful! XOXO-Kasey
I am thinking it is just nerves my friend, her eyes bouncing across the page trying to find hope. 😉
I am also glad I am past the point of trying to make an impression. Take me as I am or be gone.
With only an hour – dial a dinner 🙂
Methinks she dug herself a deep hole, dinner in an hour I think she should have simply admitted cooking wasn’t her forte.
Should have visited the supermarket and faked it!
You Ian are in the majority. I tend to agree!
The moral of this story “a house built on sand will fall so it is the same with relationships.”
Better to just tell the truth, isn’t it?
Yes indeed however not always easy to do.
Heh heh. See what happens when a lady is trying to impress a man. 🙂
Maybe she did bite off more than she could chew, Val, but I have a feeling all will be forgiven. Some females have all the luck,
Yes, see what happens when we try to impress with skils we don’t have instead of those we do. Hopefully he will see beyond this small err and make reservations in the future.
Definitely time for a quick trip to the closest Italian eatery for some takeout. Put the food in serving bowls, and no one will know the difference…
Indeed, why do we alway try to be what we aren’t?
Oh, well, I suppose, erratic beats not-erotic. Hope he understands.
Hugs from Ecuador,
Kathy
What could that mean, not knowing how to cook? Well it could be worse, couldn’t it?
I wonder what he is going to do with her!
Reservations if he likes her well enough 😉
Send her to the pit!
You get delivery food and wrap a few garlic cloves and onion on tinfoil, put it in the oven and the kitchen is gonna smell as if you were cooking.
I read that somewhere.
I read that also, works well. I think she might have bitten off more than she could chew.
😉