The surprise (A 100 word story)

Stupor hangs onto every cell like dead-weight. It is the peak of summer. The lip-smacking lunch of curd rice with mango pickle adds to the languor. The body aches for a siesta on the soft quilt, back home.

Almost immediately I get a telephone call from my husband asking me to rush home. Thereafter, his phone goes caput - no longer reachable. The effects of curd rice wear off instantly and anxious thoughts sweep the mind. With heart beating loudly in my throat, I dash home.

The door opens. I am greeted by a giant cake that reads ‘Happy Birthday!’


Word Prompt : Cake
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