“Ted! Where are you?”
“Here mom! A last minute brush up for the party” Ted raised his tone as he replied from the lounge room.
“I’ve been looking for you all over the place”. Mom’s face had somewhat mixed expressions as she entered the room. “What? Are you buckling up her sandals?”
“Tiara’s dress is too tight…not easy for her to bend down. We’re already late, mom!”
“But why are you late? Don’t you think she takes a bit long to dress up for a simple party!”
“Not a simple party mom! It’s my office party and I want her to look good”
“But you cooked the lunch too. Was Tiara away somewhere?”
“Mom! She was away for hair-styling!”
“Oh well! You could’ve told me. I had cooked ample food in my tiny kitchen. You never come over. Like you did when you were younger” Mom said as she began to walk towards her room
“But mom, what would Tiara have eaten on coming back from the hairdo?”
“I know, she doesn’t relish my simple food”
“Mom! Be happy. We’ll come back late tonight”
The pair walked away arm in arm, laughing. Mom sighed. When she was young, Ted’s father had never been so caring. She often wondered where Ted got it from – this knack of wife pampering.
In fact, Ted did have his dad as a role model. For he did all that his dad did not do; albeit he got carried away and did that a bit too much.
© 2016 Alka Girdhar
For: Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers hosted by Priceless Joy
It was already Saturday when I checked this week’s prompt picture for FFfAW. Recently I had decided not to write any more stories for a while. But this prompt did the trick…again.