The chocolate cake sat on the counter staring at me with an “I Dare You” look on its smug icing.
I pulled the long sharp knife from the butcher block and as I mockingly traipsed over to the cake, knife poised high in the air…I heard the doorbell chime.
The cake smirked, in fact; I could swear it was laughing!
Angry now, being smirked and laughed at by a cake, I threw the door open and watched as the mailman took off running; the certified letter dropping on the lawn as he fled screaming.
I looked around furtively before I dashed out the door. I’ll admit, it wasn’t the brightest move with the knife still in my hand, but I wanted to pick up the letter from the lawn.
Back in the kitchen, the cake was chuckling in a muffled way. I turned around and gave it a stink eye.
“I’m not done with you yet,” I snarled in its direction as I opened the envelope with the cake knife.
Before I could get the letter out of the envelope, my cell phone chirped at me.
I looked at it and I saw three tiny broomsticks on the screen.
“Serena,” I screamed. “I should have known you had something to do with this crazy cake on my counter!”
A light hearted chuckle, sounding vaguely like the cake, came across the phone and then I heard a click and she was gone.
By way of explanation, Serena is my stepsister and is one of a long line of witches in my extended family. Thanksgiving dinners are a hoot. Last year the turkey got up from the table and ran out the kitchen door, much to my chagrin because I had to take everyone out to dinner!
I can hardly wait till Christmas this year. I’m hosting dinner and all we need…..And there’s the front doorbell again.
Setting the knife down on the counter this time, I opened the door to two officers.
“Ms. Tandy, is everything all right over here?” the young blonde haired hunky one asked.
“Sure, everything’s just peachy, thanks for asking,” I managed to say as I stared into those gorgeous baby blues.
“We had a report from Larry, the mailman that you opened the door brandishing a long sharp knife and scared the devil out of him,” the older officer said.
“Can’t imagine what he was talking about,” I said. “Has he been hitting the bottle again?”
“Guys, could I offer you some coffee and a slice of a chocolate fudge cake I was getting ready to eat?” I asked.
They politely begged off and walked down the driveway shaking their heads.
I closed and locked the door and went back to the letter I had received. As I pulled it from the envelope, a flash of glitter exploded from the envelope and a “Ho-Ho-Ho” along with “Jingle Bells, Santa Smells. All we need at our party is you!” streamed out of the card.
Great, another Holiday Party!
- : Fiction - Magical Reality