Raspberry swirl tart
I drove to work as normal, not tainted for a second by the
predictable rain. I wasn't late but I was into the habit of
checking my stereo clock every few minutes, I guess I was
nervous. Yeah, thinking about it now I was definitely nervous. It
was a cross between feeling sick and feeling excited, the buzz
making me smile lending no comfort to my shaking hands.
How many times I had done this and still it held its effect… and
so I past the same many rows of houses, the same shops where a
line fought at the bus stop …the same roundabouts… slowed down
for that speed camera that nearly caught me a few days ago… and
at last into the car park.
It was always busy at this time of day and I had to park under
the gum trees that always left the roof of my car sticky, which I
wouldn't let frustrate me till later. I made sure my CD's where
neatly hid in the glove compartment and took a few deep breaths
before stepping out and toward the entrance.
I said hello to a few familiar faces as I past the other
buildings and then found myself at the main entrance. I buzzed
the buzzer. I pulled the door open. Walked up the steps like I do
everyday whistle trying to calm my hands against the stair well.
I heard voices before opening the door at the top; it was noisy,
there must be a lot on shift tonight! I took one last deep breath
before walking in my lips felt tout as I tried to hide my smile.
I stepped straight like I was on a mission and there she was…
My Raspberry swirl tart, jam and cream still perfectly�made
and�still sat on top of the fridge where I'd left it last night!
I smiled; nobody ate it!
| Email this Short story
| Add to reading list