Ed and Edna watched from their front window. Some neighborhood kids set up a rickety card table just off the sidewalk and brought out a pitcher and plastic cups. They fashioned a makeshift sign, propping it up with a rock:
Nothing happened for nearly two hours. That’s when Edna realized they just needed one thing to get business rolling.
Edna cut her newly-baked chocolate cake into serving squares, put them on a plate and delivered them to the stand.
Ed smiled from the window as a line gradually formed in front of the altered sign:
Lemonade and Cake
This 99-word story is my contribution to the March 16 Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge to write about the idea of "just one" -- with a bonus challenge to include cake in the story.