Begin a story with the phrase, “And it was in that moment I knew I wouldn’t get to finish my piece of cake.”
And it was in that moment I knew I wouldn’t get to finish my piece of cake. Time slowed as the grey tabby, Whiskers to his acquaintances, leapt onto the table, scattering party hats and clawing into the themed tablecloth. Eyes wide with panic, Whiskers scurried past fellow party guests with forks frozen half-way to their mouths, making his frantic way straight towards me. I gulped down what would be my last bite of cake as Whiskers’s front paws made contact with the artfully decorated piece of cake in front of me. Now coated with buttercream frosting, Whiskers launched himself directly at me, knocking me and my chair backward as he transferred frosting and scratches onto my flesh. A birthday gift I most definitely did not ask for.
Across the room, Bobby stood frozen in the doorway with a used party popper in hand and an “Oh, shit” expression on his face.
This post is part of a 31 day writing prompts series I’m doing. Find all the prompts in this blog post.
