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The Invitees

Daily Prompt: Seat Guru
You get to plan a dinner party for 4-8 of your favorite writers/artists/musicians/other notable figures, whether dead or alive. Who do you seat next to whom in order to inspire the most fun evening?


What Fun! I am having butterflies in my stomach at the thought of having Oprah Winfrey, Stephen King, Umera Ahmed, and Bapsi Sidhwa to dinner. First let me write them an invitation:
Dears, please come and have dinner with me on such and such date. You don’t know me, but I promise you once you get to taste the food I cook, you will be hooked for life. You will be dropping uninvited to eat at my table. It’s another matter that I don’t have one (I disposed off the dinning table, after R passed away), but let not that deter you from coming. I am sure we will manage with the smaller tables lying around.
Looking forward, Sheen.

Then I will wait for their replies; that is if they deign to reply. Now who knows Sheen?

Okay, maybe they were intrigued by my invitation, and decided to accept.

I know I will be in a frenzy of excitement. Once the initial excitement pepper down, I will have jitters. I know…… I know…. Why did I get the idea in my fuddled head?

Now wait, this was the daily prompt’s idea. Why did I act on it? Why did I get myself in this situation?

After repenting thoroughly, I will try to gather my failing spirits, and google the invitees preferences in food. That done, I will get the food supplies. Why did I exaggerate my cooking capabilities? That was not a good idea?

Write in haste, and repent at leisure. Now what was the actual saying? It was probably doing in haste, something like that. Wasn’t it?

I have heard the cars arriving. I am here at the door to receive them. I will let them decide where they want to sit. I can only hope that they enjoy the food I have cooked. I will ask Umera and Bapsi to sign the books I have with me, once dinner is over, but let them not hear it just now.

The Invitees

A Bowl of Soup

Daily Prompt: An Odd Trio
Today, you can write about whatever you what — but your post must include, in whatever role you see fit, a cat, a bowl of soup, and a beach towel.


Chris had taken (for a few days) a cottage on a beach. He wanted a respite from his daily grind at work. Someone had recommended this place. With anticipation of enjoying his leisure hours, he spread his towel with the cat motif, on the deserted beach. No one was in sight, except for an odd sea gull flying far out to sea.

He sat down to have his bowl of soup. Oh Hell! He had forgotten to bring out a spoon. He put the bowl on the towel and went inside the cottage. He must have spent a minute or two, but a stray dog had been quicker than him. He was lapping up the soup.

There went Chris’s efforts … …… He sighed, and went inside again to heat another bowl of soup for himself.

A Bowl of Soup