The Critical Ingredient
Smriti stared at the decorated nuptial bed in dismay. Which was worse, bedding a complete stranger or her best friend?
“Who needs enemies when you have friends like ours, right?” Shirish murmured behind her.
Her embarrassment eased. She laughed. “I am hungry.”
“Me too.” Awkwardness flared until she caught the teasing glint.
She punched him.
“Ouch!” he protested.
“Wow!” She gaped at the swanky kitchen.
“I should have married you 30 years ago.” She choked.
He scratched his head. “I couldn’t have afforded a modular kitchen then.”
She slid into his arms. “But you made me laugh even then.”
Written for Friday Fictioneers – a story in 100 words or less. Thanks to Rochelle for hosting this challenge and Jan Wayne Fields for the photo prompt. To read the other stories inspired by this prompt click here.