That one’s oil, this one’s fertilizer and the big one is my secret supply of whisky! She doesn’t allow me to drink. I need the small red one. Right, off to the kitchen!
I’ve fried the onions, browned the meat, and added tomatoes and herbs. The pasta’s boiling. I think that’s done. Let’s serve up.
“Sit up darling, dinner’s ready”
A little salt on mine, and a drop or two of my special condiment in hers; the one in the small red can. Drip, drip and another drip for luck. Done. Spaghetti bolognese. Her favourite. Well, she deserves something special for her final meal.
Friday Fictioneers is hosted by Rochelle. The photo is by Nick Allen.