Saturday, 24 November 2012

Five Sentence Fiction: Feast

Photograph by Lisa Shambrook (please do not use without permission)

There were no worries about walking on egg shells Mum had already broken all the eggs. Meg had painstakingly cleaned the walls and kitchen cabinets herself. Bright, sunshine yellow yolks had dripped down the tiles and sticky, gooey egg white had plastered the cabinets and floor. Following the eggs had been the plastic tub of butter, which had split upon hitting the wall and a huge smear of butter had spread, landing in a heap on the surface. Meg rued that day.  

Written for Lillie McFerrin's Five Sentence Fiction. I'm so caught up in the final week of NaNoWriMo, that you get another glimpse into Meg's life... From next week, you should be getting more one off fiction again!

12 comments:

  1. Ah, yes, reminds me of an episode from my early youth concerning a large portion of mashed potatoes... it's amazing how far they can work their way into a carpet.

    A colorful little story!

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    1. Cleaning up the kitchen eh? Not much fun! Thanks for reading!

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  2. Eggs can make such a terrible mess to clean up! So can a liter of Coke that accidentally blew it's top and showered the entire kitchen with a sticky mess, ceiling, walls, windows, and me included! ;-) I am of course wondering why it fell to Meg to clean up the disaster. Good writing!

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    1. Eggs are horrendously difficult to clean up! Oh, I can imagine the coke too, a fizzy explosion!

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  3. Thats what you call having a tantrum whilst baking a cake! Nice one, very visual.

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    1. Thanks Sandra, and yes, I have had a tantrum while baking!

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  4. Looks like mum needs a bit of growing up.

    Not likely to happen any time soon, though.

    Cheers!
    JzB

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  5. I have a sister who could (and has) let fly with food. This took me back quite a few years into my past - thanks :)

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