Flash Fiction II

 

 

Empty cartons do not belong in the fridge . . .  by Lynda Piper

 

Sally grabbed her keys and handbag, ignored the plaintive look on the cat’s face and headed for the front door.

 She came to an abrupt halt, went back into the kitchen and threw open the fridge door. A couple of fridge magnets clattered onto the floor where they would have to stay until she returned from work. She wasn’t going to scramble about in pencil skirt and high heels.

The double cream and ‘philly’ were there, apple juice, goat’s milk and cheese – check!

Okay. She sighed with relief, took a deep breath and left the house for work.

 Today was the day or rather this evening was the evening. She was going to cook for the new man in her life. She had tolerated the teasing of her grown up family concerning her culinary skills:

“Maybe I ought to text Paul that if he doesn’t like digestive biscuits with peanut butter he ought to bring over a take-away,” This was the not so funny comment from her son.  She pointed out that his strong six foot frame was an indication of how he had survived.

This evening was going to be great. She had all the food she needed for the lasagne and cheese cake. There were a couple of items on her list that she would buy at the supermarket during her lunch hour.

The afternoon dragged by but as soon as the clock hit five Sally had logged out of her computer, enjoyed the encouragement from her friends about her hot date and was in her car heading home.

To cook now or to shower? If Paul arrived early it would be better to be cooking than stinking. She dumped the shopping on the kitchen side and bounded upstairs.

Sally shook the empty cartons again in horror. Her encouraging son had finished off her food and put the empty cartons back. How many times had she told him empty cartons do not belong in the fridge?

Paul arrived with a beaming smile, flowers and wine. Heart pounding, Sally motioned to the array of empty cartons and grabbed her coat. In response to his raised eyebrow, she smiled sweetly and said,

“The Indian is on me!”