The Bake Sale was underway and Gina had one objective: a kiss from her husband.
"Hey Tyler."
"Hi Gina."
Not even a hug.
"What's been selling?"
"Brownies have been selling like hot cakes, hot cakes aren't doing so well though."
"That's surprising, hot cakes usually sell like iPads."
"Huh?"
He never understood her.
"Where do you want me?"
"Gina, what?"
"To stand, you're the head of the committee."
"You're perfect right where you are. Actually, maybe a few inches starboard."
And leave him port? Yeah right.
"I miss you at the house."
"I told you, I'd come home after the Bake Sale."
"This Bake Sale has been going on for two months."
"We're raising a lot of money!"
"Who's we?"
"The school."
"Don't you think you can only be generous to a certain point? If you keep giving and giving and giving, mightn't there be not much left to be given? And if you keep giving beyond that point, don't you fear the school resenting you?"
"I said I would stop the Bake Sale once we ran out of Bakes to Sell."
"And?"
"You keep donating them."
Actually I'm satisfied with that being the conclusion and I still have four minutes left, this was a fun quickie brain dump writing challenge. Maybe I'll do it again sometime. :)
