Uninvited Guests

This is in response to a Daily Prompt: You walk into your home to find a couple you don’t know sitting in your living room, eating a slice of cake. Tell us what happens next.

So I’m giving this a try and here we go:

It has been a long day. Unruly, crazy, and psychotic customers. Stupid co-workers. The lunch from the street cart that had me visiting the bathroom periodically. The subway being stuck in the tunnel for several hours. It felt good to finally be home and all I thought about all day was that devil’s food chocolate cake my best girlfriend gifted to me for my birthday. This what kept me from snapping out on people and the reason I’m not in cuff and chains spending a night or two in jail with a woman name Sally. When I came to my front door and inserted the key I realized the door was unlock, “Did I forget to lock the door, oh dammit just what I needed, I hope I wasn’t robbed.” I slowly entered the house and hoped no one would hit me in the head with a bat or worse. I took a look around and everything seemed in place. “Whew!” I shut the door, locked it and skipped to my kitchen with my mouth watering for that delectable chocolate cake. Then to my surprise a couple, who I do not know, were sitting at my kitchen table eating MY cake!! “Excuse me!!  “How the hell did you get into my house and what nerve you got eating my cake…this is devil’s food cake…good cake…my girlfriend brought this for my birthday?”

Their mouths were full, but the guy started to talk.

“This is good cake.” “We live down the street, you know us.”

I just stood in the kitchen doorway looking at them as if  fell off the stupid truck.

“No, I don’t know you.”

This time stupid girl spoke.

“We’re neighbors.”

“I don’t care if you’re my Uncle Charlie and Aunt Marie from  Shacklesville,CA, I don’t know…..”

It was then an idea popped into my head and I smiled. I knew this look briefly puzzled them. But they just went back to eating my cake. I decided to offer to make coffee for them, then they would really think I was being neighborly.

“How would you like some coffee to compliment that cake?’

They smiled.

“That would be lovely.”

I smiled, diabolically of course.

“It would be my pleasure.”

I put some tap water into the glass kettle, put the kettle on the burner and excused myself from the kitchen.

As I left the kitchen I heard him say; “What a nice lady.”

I snickered to myself.

When I returned to the kitchen the kettle start whistling, the wonderful couple was still enjoying my chocolate cake which my best girlfriend brought ME for my birthday. I reached into the upper cabinets, grabbed two glass mugs and proceeded to prepare the coffee.

“All I have is instant coffee”

“Oh that would be great” the female replied.

“Oh haffa I got something in store for you and your little man friend.” I thought to myself.

“How much sugar for your coffee?”

“Two small spoonfuls for both of us.”

I prepared the coffee and brought both mugs and sat them on the table. I smiled at the couple. They were sitting side by side, but I decided to stand near my kitchen counter.

“I hope you enjoy the coffee, I added a little something special for extra flavor”

The couple started to drink the coffee and seemed pleased with the taste.

“Ummmmm, this is good”

“What’s in it?”


The couple looking astonished and in shock, stood up and I quickly escorted them out my kitchen door,  pushed them outside and closed the door in their faces. As I watched them from my door, I saw them walk quickly down my steps, out my backyard and speed walk to their house.

“Don’t mess with me when it comes to chocolate cake!!” I said to myself as I cleared the kitchen table, grabbed a saucer from the upper cabinet, sat down at my kitchen table and started to eat the remaining of my devil’s food chocolate cake that was gifted to me by my girlfriend on my birthday.



2 thoughts on “Uninvited Guests

    1. Thanks for the compliment. I don’t think I’m good at writing short stories, I will read your story, I’m quite sure it’s good.

      Thanks for taking the time to read my story. 🙂

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