Multiple Word Prompt Story – The Welcome Party

Muffin, sunrise, lemon curd

The Welcome Party 

The day was planned out way in advance. She was a born planner. Every detail had been meticulously thought out.

As the first rays of the sunrise glowed around the edge of the bedroom curtain, she rose and began to get ready. 

There was so much to do, but much of it she had prepared in advance.

Her fridge was packed full of party food. There were little cocktail sausages with tomato ketchup dip. Mini Pork pies and sausage rolls. She had also made plenty of vegetarian alternatives, mini quiche’s and cheese and onion tartlets. She had also made a huge jar of her special lemon curd

Looking out the kitchen window, she saw the blue skies that promised a dry and sunny day. She gave thanks for that. It had rained constantly since she had moved into her new home just a month before but her prayers were answered and the day looked to be bright and sunny. 

Putting a red and white polka dot apron over her teddy bear print pyjamas, she turned on the oven and prepared her batter to make muffins and scones.

The muffin recipe came from her Aunt who lived in Boston. She said it was a family recipe handed down from generation to generation. 

She herself was half American and half British. Her Mum had come to study in London and met her Father who was born there. They liked to carry on the traditions of both sides of the family and so making Muffins and Scones for a garden party was just second nature to her. 

To celebrate moving into her new house and in a spirit of camaraderie and neighbourliness she had sent out invitations to all her neighbours inviting them to a garden party. It was to be fancy-dress but she’d made clear that it wasn’t mandatory. She thought it would be a good way of working out which of her neighbours were fun and game of a laugh and which were a bit quieter. 

While the muffins and scones baked in the oven, she quickly put on her make-up and costume. She decided to dress up as Cinderella at the ball. Her white wig and silvery gown shone with brilliance, from all the little glass crystals sewn all over it. 

She just managed to get to the oven in time before everything was burnt. A couple of the muffins were a little darker than they should have been but she had some lemon icing that should hide that quite nicely. 

She just had time to lay all the food out on her side table before her doorbell rang. 

she felt an upwelling of excitement. How many would turn up? What would they come dressed as? All those thoughts buzzed around in her head. She pulled open the front door to find just one person standing there. 

He looked a bit taken aback at the sight of her standing dressed as Cinderella. He was wearing navy blue overalls. Clearly, he wasn’t the dressing up kind. 

Before he had a chance to say much, she whisked him indoors and started plying him with food. 

She’d suggested Midday as the arrival time for the party, but so far only that one man had turned up. 

“Would you like a muffin?” She asked him.

“Oh, yes please. Thank you. This is all very nice. Is it your birthday?”

“No, It’s my moving in party. I invited all the neighbours but so far you’re the only one to turn up. My name’s Melissa, by the way.” She held out her hand. 

He took her hand in his rather calloused and rough one and smiled “My names Jack, but I don’t live around here. They’re all terribly stuck up around here, you know. No one talks to each other, I’ve noticed. I live on the other side of town.”

“Oh, then what are you doing here then?” she blushed.

“I’m the Gas man. I just called to read the meter.”


Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 28/November/2018

So tell me, did you see that coming? 🙂 


Colonel Tom’s Marching Band

This story was inspired by the Haunted Wordsmith’s Three things challenge:

Today’s things are: bakery, muffin, snare drum

Here is my story:

The Marching band came down the main street of the town playing Sousa’s The Liberty Bell.

The band was truly dreadful and nothing cleared the street faster than hearing the Marching band turn the corner. The snare drum was always out of beat with the side drum. The Trumpets were always flat, the trombones were sharp and the notes the clarinets played were never even imagined by Sousa or any other composer. The conductor, Colonel Tom Starkey grinned enthusiastically as he walked backwards in front of the band waving his white baton. What a shame he was completely tone deaf.

As the band reached the bakery someone wearing a balaclava ran out into the street clutching bread and cakes. The masked figure began throwing baked items at the band.

A chocolate eclair fell into the tuba and a muffin blocked the bell of a trombone.

Colonel Tom’s face ended up covered in cream and sponge.

The mysterious masked figure ran off down the street.

At the town meeting afterwards, they discussed the incident.

It was decided that rather than try to trace the perpetrator of the bun fight, they would instead proclaim him a hero.

The End

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 26/September/2018