Homemade chocolate chip cookies with none of the bad stuff, she promised. His hopes weren’t high, but he was pleasantly surprised by the comforting aroma wafting from their kitchen. The taste, even better. He looked forward to the next batch.
That was years ago.
He never understood where things went wrong. It was the same recipe with the same ingredients. Yet she never caught lightning again.
He pointed this out once and saw her spirits dampen.
So now he stays positive. He only opens his mouth to sample the goods and give his practiced reply.
“Delicious as usual,” he smiles.
The Weekday One Hundred 