This week we have a picture prompt and a limit of 300 words. Here's another installment in my new book, Unpredictable Love, co coming out soon.
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Jory lifted her fork,
ready to dig into her Aunt’s beef stew pie, but stopped short.
“I wonder what Trent
gets to eat?” She dug her fork into the
savory food.
“Probably shit on a
shingle,” Tiffany said, taking a forkful of the heart meal.
“Meaning?” Jory cocked
an eyebrow.
“Crappy stuff. Yucky,
smelly, disgusting.” Tiffany made a face and shivered.
“You don’t know. Can’t
feed them garbage if they have to fight.”
Later that night, driven
by curiosity, the older sister wrote to her military friend. In two weeks, she
had a reply.
On
base we get hot meals. Not like home, but okay.
Even
fast food sometimes. In the field, we get MRE’s.
Meals,
ready to eat. They’re pretty bad. Some parts,
like
the bread and peanut butter and cookies are okay.
But
the main course stuff is brutal. I got hungry
visualizing
your aunt’s meat pie. Would you make one
for
me when I get home?
“Aunt Nan,” Jory called
from her attic room. They met up in the kitchen.
“Can you teach me how
to make beef stew pie?”
When her aunt stared at
her with narrowed eyes, the young woman explained.
“Sure. I can teach you.
But when he returns stateside, how are you going to explain to him that you’re
not Tiffany? Or rather, Tiffany isn’t you?”
“I haven’t figured that
out yet. Maybe we’d better forget it. I mean, when he returns, this charade’ll
be over, right? He probably won’t speak to me again, so I don’t need to learn.”
Nan grabbed her niece’s
elbow and steered her back into the room.
“If it’s not this man
you’ll be cooking for, there’ll be another.”
“I don’t think so. But
what the heck.” Jory donned an apron.
“You give up too easy.”
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