The Birthday Dinner

The table was laid, and she looked wistfully at the slightly wilted blooms.

The butler awaited instructions with bated breath, as he made preparations for dinner, but did not start cooking.

The lady of the house, framed in the picture, looked at her lonely husband, and wondered if her children would dissolve their differences, and come home for his birthday dinner.

Inspired by Three Line Tales, Week Fifty

Three Line Tales, Week Fifty

 

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