The Table Awaits
Everything was perfect.
Each table was pristine, both silverware and glassware sparkling. Their best wines had been prepped. And the food! They’d spent hour’s preparing the food.
They’d been ready. Waiting.
Then the snow had started to fall.
“Why today? Of all days? Couldn’t it have held off until tomorrow?” Gilbert gazed dolefully out. “Bloody snow.”
“There’ll be other-”
“No. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity. Belinda’s a top food critic – getting her to visit at all was a stroke of luck. Rescheduling will need a miracle.”
Slowly approaching headlights lit the room.
Gilbert gaped. “Or maybe not.”
Word Count – 100
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