The night our relationship began was like any other August evening in the San Francisco Bay area. Foghorns droned. Seals arp-arped. A chill fog rolled over, under, and around the Golden Gate Bridge, spreading its misty fingers into the nooks and crannies studding the bay’s coastline. It stretched all the way up to the Williams – Sonoma on Chestnut Street, forcing the store manager to close the shop’s double door early. He really hadn’t needed to hurry, since the moment she walked in, the temperature in the room rose at least ten degrees from the warmth her cherubic, rosy-cheeked face exuded.
I was smitten. Leaning up against a wall of wire whisks, wooden spoons, and a rainbow of egg timers, I agonized over how I might attract her attention. As it turned out, there was no need for concern – she immediately met my gaze and bee-lined toward me. After a brief exchange with the hired help, we were introduced, had a few laughs, and headed out the door together, into the obscurity of the night.
I had never been taken home to a woman’s apartment before, or since, I might add. We got along splendidly – sharing the same passion during the days that followed – baking cakes, pies, and cookies together in her stunning apartment at the foot of the Bay Bridge. “I’ll be hosting a memorial service next week,” she told the doorman after he commented on the delectable scent wafting into the hallway when he delivered two dozen white roses from her most recent ex-lover. In the evenings, we would sit together making plans for the future over a steaming cup of Ghirardelli hot cocoa, the other San Francisco treat.
Imagine my surprise when her husband came home late one night and she used me to bludgeon him beyond recognition. When the police arrived thirty minutes later in response to a noise complaint, she had already tidied up, covered me in kindling, and set me ablaze.
Epilogue:
The woman’s diabolical deed did come to light,
and post-haste, as of March 1st,
all rolling pins will be fitted with a cautionary label:
Thank you Daily Post Weekly Writing Challenge: Object
for todays inspiration.
Donna Gwinnell Lambo-Weidner 
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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(throbbing star encircled heart)
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Thank you Bruno.
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Hahah. Funny. 🙂
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I’m soooo glad you think so!
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Woa! Unexpected! Beautifully written, as usual, the fog was described very foggily! and creepily! Since when is passion about baking cakes and cookies? What was the assignment?
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Write about an object…glad it was unexpected. I love a good surprise.
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Delightful! Love the mystery of the common object…
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Thanks Pamela!!!!!
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Heh heh heh, you totally had me going there 🙂 Love the surprise ending.
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Thank you Andrea…I’m just glad it worked.
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Donna, Donna, Donna. Words fail me. The ending certainly was not what I was expecting. Hook, line and sinker. Beautifully done! 😀
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Many thanks Lyn. I just take my lessons from you!
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I was on pins and needles! And now I’m kind of hungry for something sweet, besides this story. Good one, Donna.
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Aw shucks! Thank you.
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I love the twist, Donna. Very creative indeed. The description is smooth, easy and witty.
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Many thanks! That means a lot to me. Especially coming from a philosopheress.
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I enjoyed this story so much! Good twist.
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Thank you Lita! And thanks for following too!
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Goodness Donna…you have a dark side! Loved it…
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Yeah…sometimes. Thanks!
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Creatively, awesome writing!!!
Donna – the ending, was SO
unexpected!!!
I’ll never shop in Williams Sonoma (nor view rolling pins) & be in the same mindset, again!!! LOL
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Thank you Susan…if I could fool you, then I know it was a mission accomplished!
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Donna,
That’s SO sweet of you to say!!!
Well, I’ll be very proud to state when asked how I know this
infamous author at the ceremony honoring her for her literary successes, in the not too distant future!!! That we’ve been friends for decades (yes, decades)!!!
NEVER give up your dream of writing!!!
Wishing you the best of luck, ALWAYS!!! But, luck is NOT needed – when one has immense creativity!!! : )
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Now, I am BLUSHING!!!!! Many thanks!
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*shocked face* I didn’t see THAT coming! I like the line ‘In the evenings, we would sit together making plans for the future’ – brilliant 🙂
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Mission accomplished then…thank you so much for commenting!
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you’re more than welcome 🙂
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Wow! I didn’t see that coming!
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Mission accomplished then…thanks for commenting.
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So well done!
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Many thanks!
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