|image from Magpie Tales 56|
She put the heavy iron pot on the stove to simmer. It did smell good! She filled another pot with salted water for the pasta and left it, too, on the stove, unlit. He could figure out how to boil water, couldn't he? She set up the Mr. Coffee to come on about 10 minutes before he was to arrive home so that his coffee would be hot. There was a full container of milk in the refrigerator. The week's laundry was done early, so all of his clothes were cleaned and put away. She suddenly felt a small flutter of excitement and nervousness as she picked up a pen and wrote,
I'm leaving you. I don't love you any more, and I know you stopped loving me a long time ago. There is sauce on the stove and water for pasta. Your sandwich for lunch tomorrow is in the refrigerator.
P.S. You're out of garlic
submitted for Magpie Tales 56
Great read - smiling!
Wow. Food and memories. Powerful.
Quite a parting shot!
'sniffle' 'sniffle'...love can come quickly, sometimes out of nowhere, but when it leaves it dissipates gradually like the many garlic peels that lay on the counter and floor.
Phewww!!! that was cathartic.
Oh how sad! I guess mom will cook for him though. I enjoyed this, even though it was a little sad.
Well, I hope she means it and doesn't feel compelled to come back and do next week's laundry. Wonder what she will do now? Interesting thought.
let me just say...mouse droppings is the greatest name ever!
Good write! Ah the grip of his mother's sauce. Ragu from now on for him!!
Hehe. That's a funny story. :)
This is a complete pot of delicacy- all flavors included.
Humor, sadness (in marriage), spunk.. and a huge heart full of love!
Hats off to your creativity lady :) Who would have thought to spin it in the manner that you did? I find your words put up after running through the proper ingredients check- always with some humor and surprise element in it.
I loved it :D
Touching - not sure if it's the situation or the garlic. A good read, though. Beautifully written.
Oh, those apron strings!! Brilliant...the last line, still taking care...
Hi. Great job. Very entertaining. I thought I left a comment but I don't see it. Just revisiting my favorite posts and wanted to let you know.
Oh my, that's so good. I writ poetry, and often I skip reading the prose pieces, but you hooked me with this. Bravo!
I really like how we get so many ideas out of one photo. Everyone interpreting it differently.
Love it and I know the feeling of never being able to be someone's mother...but the mothering needed....I did not even write a note....nice...bkm
love the detailed descriptions.
I loved this, especially the wry humour of "probably those apron strings." : )
Aaaah - that was so sorrowful yet nice. Mine would have been lucky I didn't tip the bin over him!!
Serves him right!! I hope he doesn't mess up the pasta now.. whheww!
Ragu it will be for him, from now on... :)
A superb read, Lola...
He probably doesn't know you need to boil pasta . .
Nice interpretation of the Magpie.
Ouch ... that parting blow must have hurt!!! Ragu will do!
this is an enjoyable read and begs formore...that she did all for him in her prep to leave says much...
I love the thought of a married summing up to garlic and mediocre tomato sauce. Great piece of flash fiction.
I never knew you had this blog!
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