She taps her fingers on the table and nervously glances at the spread again – fluffy apple scones, crustless finger-size sandwiches, buttery shortbread, and the rows of neatly placed upside-down white teacups on saucers. Everything seems perfect, yet her hands are clammy, throat dry.

She’d taken a big risk by volunteering to cater for the occasion. The 20-odd people in the room would decide the course of her life today. She wanted to quit her 9-to-5 job, and this was a perfect opportunity to put her baking skills to the test.

She beams as the first person approaches the table for a second helping.


Written for Friday Fictioneers

PHOTO PROMPT © Yvette Prior





29 thoughts on “Risk-taker

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s