The Secret Ingredient

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Editorial and Opinion  |  House: Booksie Classic
A short story

Submitted: August 06, 2015

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First bite and am hearing the alleluia chorus ringing in my head. Well this must be heaven; my thoughts run wild with excitement. Well I charge again at the next bite and this time am on my knees singing praises and giving thanks, am obviously going mad, right! Well, it’s just starting. Now everyone in the room is damn curious to find out what’s going on. As I head over to the next bite, excuse me! Can I get a bite, those were the words I heard and I freeze caught up in the dilemma to eat or to share. Well as a cheerful giver I decide to share.

“Shorty get down…” those were the words I heard next. This guy was definitely off his meds. A bite and he is getting all excited, looks like am way better composing myself. The next few seconds turns crazy as everyone is busying struggling to get a piece. Me! Me! Me! Everyone’s shouting. Looks like we need to get more.

Few rings and the customer service rep picks, and I go I want to make another order and she goes like you again. Am like hell yeah, me again. We both laugh, few seconds and my order is complete. A few minutes later a delivery guy knocks at my door, as the doorbell rings, everyone’s rushing to the door but as the door opens it turns out it’s the mail man. They all turn back downcast; well little did they know there was a shorter guy at his back with the order. I quietly receive the order and tip toed back into the room pulling my Sherlock Holmes moves, well turns out the CIA was watching my every move and as I stepped into the room, all I could see were eyes staring at me with one big scary silence. A friend walks up to me and collects the package smiling as I left stunned. As he picks up the package the chants go up, everyone’s rejoicing like they just won the champions league.

The next few minutes were crazy as I was charged with the task of dishing out pieces to everyone in the room. As I performed my duties religiously I couldn’t help but notice everyone looking viciously at each other’s plate, measuring with high precision the sizes. Soon the whole room is lit up as everyone’s going crazy with excitement, everyone’s happy and it looks like I just pulled the greatest party ever with my special ingredient.

As the energy levels give way to the feeling of tiredness, party time soon comes to a close and everyone’s heading out. As I stand by the door to thank each person, the question is where the heck did you get this “ish”. And am like you don’t want to know but soon there is a queue at my door and no one’s heading out they all want to know where I got my special ingredient. Well turns out I was caught up in the dilemma, to share my secret weapon or not. Well everyone’s pretty much staring at me in anticipation like am about to read the winning numbers for the lottery.

So here I go E-, everyone’s phone is out and everyone’s glued to their screen like it’s a tweeting competition, Elle Vienne and I stop. Everyone’s like what, Elle what, Pete you got to spill it out. So I go again Elle Vienne Cakes, elleviennestreams@gmail.com, 08000000000. Chants go up in the air, and everyone troops out, and am left standing at the door wandering well I just sold out my secret ingredient, hopefully they will come for my next party or better still I will just make an order for a special recipe. I shut my door with the thoughts my best day ever.

 


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