soup

Like Grandmother’s thick, vegetable soup he’ll never have again, grief simmers in his stomach.

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Mama tries to cheer him up with a steaming pot of creamy tomato. One spoonful is enough to spark memories of Grandmother rocking beside the fireplace, a warm smile, now ashes. He cries, splattering red puddles.


50-word response to this prompt: “soup”. Now onto my homework.

✪ Angie

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3 thoughts on “soup

  1. Thank you for participating in the 50-word Story Challenge. I included your story in the April 2015 Round-up. I am sorry it took so long. I lost my poodle, Merlin and it made it hard to work on my blog. I am back now!

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