“I’ll get the cake”, I told my hubby. “You just get home early.”
It had been pouring non-stop for hours, when I got out to get the birthday cake. There were a couple of inches of water on the road. It was like walking through a running brook. The walk was long, and wet, but I enjoyed every moment of it.
The cake-shop was closed. I had forgotten their weekly-holiday was on Thursday. I had walked all that way for nothing.
I turned back with a smile. The walk had been wonderful.
Sometimes life is what you make of it.
A drabble is a story told in exactly 100 words.