Debbie Whittam sets this challenge every Thursday, to write a poem or story in 50 words, or multiples of 50 up to a maximum of 250 words, inspired by a picture and include some particular lines.
This is the story I wrote last week (Gosh, I can’t believe a week has gone by already!!!)
Here are the words:
But then I reflected that nothing could be as bad as the kitchens.
Isobelle Carmody’s Obernewtyn
Kin in the Kitchen
It was that time of year again when the whole family descended on her.
She wasn’t the eldest in the family, there were two brothers and an old Aunt who were all higher in the family pecking order, but they came to her because she had the largest dining table.
The house was already filling up with assorted Cousins, Nephews, Nieces and a load of people who were somehow affiliated with the family. After several years of playing hostess, word had gotten about that she was pretty much the best cook in the family.
This was getting rather out of hand though. There were people in the hall, up the stairs, in the bathroom, almost everywhere, but then I reflected that nothing could be as bad as the kitchens.
Why was it, that whenever her Kin came around they always gathered in the kitchen?
Yet, the dining room was empty.
Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 08/November/2018