Writing Prompts: Patience and Cake

Write as much as you can in fifteen minutes using two words given to you. Words may be reused, but the writing/story will always be different.

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Writing Prompt: Patience and Cake

Julie was frazzled. There were three hours left until the party. Only half of the decorations and food were prepared. She could have a lot done if she had help. She wasn’t allowed to ask for that though. Fuming, she set about preparing as best and as fast as she could. 

She was in the middle of preparing the ingredients for the cake when her husband walked in. He walked up to her and put his arms around her waist. She stiffened. She couldn’t help it. She was annoyed with him. He didn’t want to help prepare for the party, but he wouldn’t allow her to call her sisters over to help either. 

“Wow. This looks amazing, love. Better get a move on it though. Party will be starting before we know it!”

“I know! And I need help. I bloody told you this. But no. You’re too good to help me and heaven forbid I ask Cindy and Tracy to help.”

“If you ask them to help, they will expect to come to the party. These people are too important for us to have family and friends over.”

“Or me. Am I still allowed to go to my sister’s house? Or am I going to be forced to stay in the kitchen like a kitchen wench meant to serve?”

“Damn, Julie. What’s wrong with you? This is a huge occasion for me. I could get a big promotion if this goes well. Can’t you just have some patience and be understanding for me?”

“How understanding were you when I needed to go out of town for a meeting for my job?”

“That’s completely different and you know it. My job matters.”

“You did not just say my job doesn’t matter. Tell me you didn’t.”

“I’m not saying it doesn’t. I’m just saying that it doesn’t really matter if the woman works or not.”

“That view is so outdated. You need to get over yourself. We are supposed to be a team. I’m just as successful at what I do as you are.”

“Whatever you say honey.”

Julie screamed in frustration. She went back to preparing without saying a word. She had had enough of his condescending attitude. She wasn’t going to put up with it anymore. Tonight, she was going to her sister’s house and planning her exit from this loveless marriage once and for all. She was done with being treated as little more than property.

She spent the rest of the time getting everything prepared. About ten minutes before the guests were to arrive, she had everything prepared and set exactly as it should be. She called for Drew to come in to inspect everything before she left. 

“Darling, you really outdid yourself this time. Just think how much more you could have done if you hadn’t had to work part of the day.”

“Well, I had a project to do at work that is done by the end of next week. I couldn’t afford to take the time off.”

“One of these days you will realize we really don’t need you to work.” 

“I’m going to Cindy’s house tonight. Tracy and I are spending the night there. Please don’t wait up.”

“I don’t recall giving you permission to do so.”

“I don’t recall asking or needing permission to see my family. Have a terrific night.”

His response was cut off by the doorbell. She knew good and well he wouldn’t continue with the conversation with the company arriving. She promptly went to their bedroom and packed as much as she could and snuck out the back. Once she got in her car, she called Cindy and filled her in.

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