She had made his favourite type of home-made pizza – the one with vegetables and mozarella cheese. She cut it into slices and arranged them tastefully on two plates. The table was set – with her best green-and-white cloth and candles. She put the plates on the table and went to the kitchen to fill up the salt and pepper shakers, putting on some soft music on the way. She would leave no stone unturned to ensure that he enjoyed tonight’s dinner. She was ready – complete with seductive short dress and make-up.
It all came rushing back to her in the kitchen – his late nights at work, his numerous calls to cancel their dates, his work-related calls in the middle of the night. Yesterday, he hadn’t even remembered that it was their first-meeting anniversary. That had been the last straw.
She opened the salt shaker and emptied half of it over his pizza. The unassuming pizza still looked the same – yummy. He had called her that evening, spoken very lovingly, and told her he’d make it all up to her. He’d told her he’d be home for dinner if she promised to make his favourite – she knew what. Well, she had. And she would make sure he ate it.
The doorbell rang, and she plastered the sweetest of smiles on her face as she rushed to answer it. “Hello, darling!,” honey dripped forom her voice as she opened the door, a sexy hand on one hip. She took in her husband’s appreciative glance, as he looked at her from trimmed hair to pedicured feet. “Come, come. Dinner is ready and hot!,” she cooed.
For this week’s Magpie. 🙂