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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 2 – Intermediate)
Topic: Taste (07/15/10)

TITLE: A Taste of Menopause
By cheryl schoenberger
07/21/10


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“It seems to reason that night sweats, hot flashes, mood swings and the morning pain du jour would be ample torture for any menopausal female. Oh but no, this morning my body has added brain fog and insomnia to my list,” I said shuffling my aching bones to the coffeemaker.

Only Alan’s sheepish brown eyes were visible peering over his morning newspaper shadowing my steps to and fro. Over the last year, he had learned that speaking to a pre-caffeinated menopausal woman was a dangerous venture.

“I’m sorry honey, I guess I’m a little grumpy this morning. I tossed and turned all night.”

“It’s ok, don’t worry about it,” Alan retorted as he handed me the newspaper. “What time did you say your parent’s anniversary party is tomorrow night?”

“Oh no! I almost forgot, I planned on baking the cake today. Uhh… it’s for 7.”

“Did you happen to notice how small the print was in the paper this morning? Do you think that they changed the font size?” I asked holding the paper out arms length, squinting and attempting to read.

Determined to leave for work without an argument, Alan smiled and plopped a kiss on my forehead as he exited with, “I’m late for work dear, I’ll see ya tonight.”

The morning progressed without a hitch. The first stop was a grocery run to gather the cake ingredients, followed by collecting Charlie and Buzz Lightyear from the preschool at noon.

Back at home, Charlie and Buzz settled down to watch Toy Story for the hundredth time, as I hoped to have an uninterrupted hour or two to bake the cake.

“Maw-Maw, can I help make the cake for the party?” Charlie asked licking his finger as he swiped the batter bowl.

“Sure sweetie, get the sugar out of the pantry for me please.”

After a few minutes, the patter of little sneakers on the wood floor finally produced the small, plastic canister of sugar, and the cake was baked and decorated.

All was ready for the special evening, a celebration of commitment, as my parents renewed their vows.
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Elegant candelabra’s with red roses and baby’s breath illuminated the way as my mother walked down the brick path to the decorated gazebo. After the vows were exchanged, my apprehension began to fade, as I smiled watching my parents dance to their favorite song, Mona Lisa. All was well with the world, until the perfect evening quickly took an unexpected downward spiral. Karen, my sister-in-law, rushed over with a look of utter horror on her face holding a piece of cake on a napkin. I said a quick prayer and braced for the worse.

“Have you tasted the cake?” she asked frantically.

“No,” I replied. “Why?”

“Taste it,” she insisted, shoving a piece in my mouth.

“It tastes bitter and a little salty,” I commented perplexed.

“Oh no! I must have added salt instead of sugar. How could I have done that! Charlie handed me the canister labeled sugar. This doesn’t make any logical sense to me,” I exclaimed.

“Oh my, unless I poured salt into the sugar canister, when I refilled it last week, in one of my brain fogs.”

One by one the guests all around the room began tasting the cake and contorting their faces into grimacing expressions.

"I’ve ruined my parent’s party. How could I have done this? I can’t believe this is happening!"
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“Honey, wake up, are you ok?” Alan asked gently shaking my shoulder. "You must have dozed off on the sofa, while you and Charlie were watching a movie."

“Remember Maw-Maw? You said you were going to rest your eyes for five minutes before you baked the cake,” Charlie quoted.

“What day is it?” I asked rubbing my eyes and stretching still confused.

“It’s Friday, all day.”

“Friday and not Saturday… that means I didn’t ruin the party. It was a dream. All a dream! Thank you God,” I exclaimed with relief.

“I came home early to take you and Charlie out to dinner sweetie. You seemed so tired this morning,” Alan commented rubbing my back.

“Oh that would be wonderful! But first I need to make a quick phone call.”

“Ok God, thanks for the heads up,” I thought as I sprinted to the kitchen to retrieve the phone number. “Hello, is this Yvonne’s Bakery? Is it too late to place a cake order for tomorrow night?”


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Charla Diehl 07/22/10
This was cute--made me smile.
Lizzy Ainsworth07/22/10
Quite amusing in a gentle sort of way.
Linda Germain 07/23/10
Cute story. This actually happened to my mother's neighbor! She held an open house and served a cake she thought would be a sensation...and it was. After the first bite, each guest tried to dispose of the horrible concoction without being noticed. (She had accidently added some kind of garlic oil to the chocolate batter). Later,embarrassed to the core, she called to explain she wasn't really trying to poison anyone! If she had just had the "dream" first, she could have avoided all that. :0)
Nancy Bucca 07/27/10
This story was hilarious.
Lollie Hofer 07/28/10
You folks in Intermediate are keeping me in stitches today. This is the second story from this group that is beyond hilarious. Having come through menopause with my own weird mishaps, I totally enjoyed all of this story.
Lollie Hofer 07/28/10
You folks in Intermediate are keeping me in stitches today. This is the second story from this group that is beyond hilarious. Having come through menopause with my own weird mishaps, I totally enjoyed all of this story.
Lollie Hofer 07/28/10
See what I mean about mishaps?
Karen Laskowsky07/29/10
Too funny! I'm in the thick of it now. One more thing to worry about... ;-) Congratulations on your third place ribbon.
Ivy Strader07/29/10
Ha ha ha! Glad to say I've NEVER made a mistake like that. :rolls eyes: