Humane Kitchen (Friday Fictioneers)

Greetings! Below is my story for this week’s challenge. Check out Ms. Rochelle’s page for more information about this fun writings!


Kitche picture promptphoto 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.


Thank you for reading this story. I hope you’ll read a lot from me. If you ever feel the need to give me some writing advice, do not hesitate to reach me through my “Contact” page. All the best love, my dear.

24 thoughts on “Humane Kitchen (Friday Fictioneers)

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  1. You move to the action real quickly, I feel the opening line really helps with that. Well written through to the end.

    On a side note, I wonder if you need the “my mum said” at the end. I think the line works just as well without it.

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