I Don’t Fit in Here

For today’s flash fiction prompt, I had to write something with the title, “I Don’t Fit In Here!” Here is what I came up with.


Cake Jumper


I Don’t Fit In Here


Sandra gasped when she realised the task required of her. Uncertainty in her voice, she asked, “Do I really have to do this?”

“Yes,” replied her mother-in-law, “you do. Martin will be overjoyed.”

The two of them had never clicked. Harriet was the kind of mother who fussed and clucked over her son, even when he was no longer hers to smother. Sandra knew Harriet would never like her, and she suspected this was her punishment for stealing her precious son. Even so, she would not let Martin down. She could risk making a fool of herself if it meant showing Harriet just who she was messing with.

Paolo, the party organiser, arrived two hours before he was due. He brought with him the giant monstrosity from which Sandra was expected to rise. At first glance, she guessed it was supposed to resemble an over-sized chocolate cake. It didn’t. Sure, it had thick, creamy butter icing (or some such concoction), but pieces of cardboard poked through the seams. When she stepped closer to inspect the icing, she quickly decided it was best not to question what it actually was. What have I got myself into? she wondered. Literally.

Scanning the room for her mother-in-law, Sandra was sure she couldn’t be pleased with this cheap offering. But when she found her, the older woman beamed and said, “Sandra! It’s wonderful, isn’t it? Have you tried it for size yet? You must have a practice, come on.”

A shot of pain ran down her arm as Harriet grabbed her and led her to the cake. “What are you waiting for? Hop in!” she said with twinkling eyes.

As Sandra stepped both legs inside, Harriet held up a hideous salmon-coloured leotard, dotted with sequins, and said, “You’ll need to wear this, dear. It adds to the whole effect.”

Seething, Sandra lowered herself into the cake. Then, the miracle occurred. “I don’t fit in here!” Sandra shouted, “I’m too big!”

Climbing back out to safety, she stood next to her petite mother-in-law and draped her arm around her shoulders. “Harriet, you’re smaller than me. You’ll have to do it.”


Author: chocotales

I am a writer who is passionate about words. I find them magical and seductive. I write short stories, poetry, and non fiction. I'm currently working on my first novel.

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