Balance

Flash Fiction

Balance

I lifted my drink, the light through the window making the glass sparkle. My first taste, a slow sip… Yuck! Obviously, something was wrong…

Thank goodness I decided on a trial run! Why did I stupidly invite John to dinner? I couldn’t even get a drink straight, how’s the cooking sounding?

I’d never been a cook. I’d tried many times; how hard can it be? Well, to me, like taking out the garbage. Quick, required, and don’t forget to put the cover back on, in case it stinks. I can make a meal; however, its quality wouldn’t be the taste. Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches are my lifelines. But then I met John.

It was like seeing your favorite movie. No matter how many times you see it, it’s still wonderful! He was wonderful! Why in Heaven’s name did I invite him to dinner at my apartment? I just wanted him all to myself. I forgot I couldn’t cook!

I was well beyond the how hard could it be. I thought of calling and telling him my stove broke. Then realized lying was probably not a good way to further the relationship. For better or worse, I had to see it through. I’d tell him when he arrived, then take him out to dinner, if he’d still go with me…

When he arrived, I sat him down and told him the truth. I can’t cook. Guess what he said: “Well, I can!” and he went into my kitchen, found all my planned supplies, and made us the best meal I’d ever had!

We’re into our fiftieth year now. I still can’t cook, but fortunately, my husband still can! Though he can be quite the slob at it… I myself am quite successful, and happy cleaning!

Once again, life is good.