Greetings! Below is my story for this week’s challenge. Check out Ms. Rochelle’s page for more information about this fun writings!
photo this week from Raina Ng
Nothing’s humane with our kitchen.
Our herbs and spices were from the Earth and our utensils crafted from real stone. I loved them, but, tonight, I feared them.
“Mom, really, it’s okay.”
She wouldn’t believe me with my bruised face. “He hurt you. No one hurts my daughter.” She mixed the ingredients she needed before she lit the thirteen black candles on our velvet carpet-covered dining table. She began to pray over the moon.
The breeze got colder and the flames danced. She finally whisper-yelled her last prayers before every light shut.
“Tomorrow, he will meet Death.” My Mom said.
WORD COUNT: 100
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