It wasn’t supposed to end this way, but no one really knows how things end once started. Not really. Not entirely, at least.

And everyone knows nature is unpredictable.

This mishap simply proves it.

And anyway, it cannot be her fault when it was they who did not bother to say what they mean, nor mean what they were saying.

She literally heard them say they wanted a Lava Cake as celebration. “The whole nine yards. The real deal, hot and melting.”

How was she to understand that they did not intend for her to actually deliver it?

For Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers

Photo prompt © Ken Arnopole