Forgot the Cookies
- Category: Flash Fiction
- Published: Thursday, 08 February 2018 18:45
- Written by Super User
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Forgot the Cookies
I was frantic. I had made these beautiful, wholesome cookies for my friend’s memorial service, and like a true dolt I forgot them. Now, I had to scramble.
The bakery I found was small, exclusive, and pricy, but it was all that was available on Sunday afternoon. I almost stepped right back out when I first entered the store. There was a strange odor I didn't recognize or like, but my cookies were at home and I didn't have an option, so I took a deep breath and pushed on in.
I asked for cookies. The clerk gave me a silly grin, and suggested brownies as an alternative, because their cookies had sold out. So, what could I do? She put the goodies into a white, paper bag with the name of the store (Cannabis Sweets) on it, above a cute picture of some leaves, and there was that smell again — just a slight hint this time. I figured it must be infused into the paper bag, but I wasn't worried. I had to find a different bag anyway, or else everyone would realize the brownies weren't made by my own talented hands. There was a small department store open on the main street, so I dropped in there and picked up a different bag.
As I was transferring the treats from old bag to the new, I decided I had enough to try one, just to make sure they were tasty. They were.
The service part of the memorial lasted about forty-five minutes. By the time it was finished all I could think about was having another brownie, or something else from the sweets tray. I rushed over to the food table. I was amazed at how appetizing the food looked. It appeared to glow, and all the various coloured dishes and flowers appeared brighter somehow. I concluded it had to be the lighting — maybe those new LED lights make things look better. I made some oohing sounds to express my appreciation for the display. The tables were covered in yellow vinyl — you know that cheap stuff that comes in rolls for occasions like this, but it looked better than normal — more colourful I supposed. It was pot luck. No hot food, just salads like potato, coleslaw, and spring greens. A few vegetable trays with bowls of dip in their centres, buns, cold meats and variety of cheeses, my brownies and a couple of trays of cookies. It all looked so good that I forgot about the desserts and filled my plate.
I was strangely hungry, so I stayed close to the table. At first other people filled their plates and wandered away to socialize. Most snagged a brownie or a cookie along with their meal. After about half an hour or so — I'm a little fuzzy on the time line for some reason — everyone had drifted back to the food tables and they weren't leaving. With almost everyone crowded around the tables it was difficult to get to the food. I had to elbow a few people out of my way a couple of times.