The Cake

At my last job, when the days got dull and the boss was out, I would ask one of the others to give me three words which I then had to include in a 100 word story.

The three words for this one were egg timer, miscellaneous, and perpendicular.

 

Tom sat on the kitchen stool, watching his mum. He could barely contain his excitement. ‘What happens now, Mum?’

‘Well, I’ve carved the boat. Now I need to ice it, and put the sail, rudder and other miscellaneous bits on. Then it should look like a proper sailing dingy.’

Tom played with an egg timer while she placed a wooden dowel perpendicular to the ‘deck’ of the cake. Other boys had football cakes. He wanted to be different. His dad had loved sailing. Now the cake would bring back his memory at least. He missed his dad so very much.

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