Today on Microdosing our prompt is PRIDE!
Write a story in 60 words!
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The last sweep of the cream, one more strawberry on top, and it was done. Julia stepped away, absorbing her masterpiece.
She sighed, pride sizzling in her eyes. "I'm the greatest cake-maker. This is the best Red Velvet anyone has ever made."
The servers exchanged wide-eyed glances, a single thought in their minds: The bride asked for a moss cake.
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The ostentation gathered at the side of the road. Cocks on one side, hens on the other.
One by one the cocks paraded across the interstate, chests inflated, the sunlight dazzling on rotary blue and emerald green feathers.
When it was Mike’s turn, the smallest of all the peacocks; he puffed his chest out until it ached, until his lungs pressed into his ribs; spread his feathers wide the eyes focused in every direction.
Head held high, he stepped upon the asphalt.
Mike’s feathers drifted on the summer zephyr, cast in all directions. For once, all eyes were upon him.
‘Twas my own damn pride that got me into this.
I dared to give a gentlelady a drink of water when I heard his shout:
“I should have you flogged!”
I should have left, but without thinking I responded:
“It will take more than you to do it!”
I had just challenged the finest swordsman in England to a fight.