So all was well.
It really was as good as I imagined.
At my parent's we baked the cake and I looked forward to eating it.
When it was done, I drove on.
I fetched some tools and tried to repair the car.
"Just my luck," I groused.
When I was almost there, the car broke down again.
I grabbed my keys and started.
"Be there in a minute," I said.
My mother called and reminded me of the cake.
It was a bright morning.
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Weekly Writing Exercises
General FictionEvery week a new writing exercise -- this is my ambition. Drabble, poem or short story, you will find everything here. The topics are variegated, you may even prompt me. And there are updates every week!
