Grandma’s Kitchen
– Remember how much she used to love decorating cookies with us?
– Of course – I was there, too.
– I know – it’s just that you were so young.
– What was the cat’s name again?
– Stinky. He was a real Tom cat, balls and all. Back then, you didn’t neuter pets.
– I remember how her house used to smell. It was a combination of cooking, rose powder and love.
– A wonderful woman…pity we don’t have more than a few pictures to remind us. Oh – there’s the timer. Let’s get this batch out to cool.
– We have more than that, mom – we have cookies, too!
– That we do, dear.
The photo prompt is courtesy of Scott L. Vannatter via Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Links to all the other Flash Friday Fictioneers can be found here.
© Erin Leary
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Nice and homey and filled with good memories.
Oh i really like the sweet memories here. Very well done
Sweet dialogue, Erin. In a few words I smelled the cookies baking and could almost remember Grandma myself.
shalom,
Rochelle
This made me smile, firstly at the proximity of the lines ‘real tom cat, balls and all’ and ‘I remember how her house used to smell’. Then secondly at the reminder that Christmas makes us think about all those occasions we shared down the years with people who are no longer with us. Nice one Erin, as ever.
Very touching, Erin, well done.
That brought the memories flooding back. My Mom & Dad both loved to make Christmas candies. Dad was great a popcorn balls and peanut brittle, while Mom made bon-bons and other soft confections. I love your line about the smell–especially the love. Well done, Erin.
A good story. I saw cookies in this too. Just made sense to do a little baking. 🙂
i still make the same cookies my mom made, and i still use the same cookie stencil maker machine kind of thing. thanks for the thoughts. well done.
How sweet. I hope my kids remember me the same way. Although they won’t remember my cookies fondly. They turn into one huge hard cookie. Oh well, they’ll remember the laughter.
Sweet story, Erin. My daughters are the cookie makers now.
Very sweet. 🙂 I think “dear” was a little over-the-top, but if she was trying to echo the grandmother, then it worked. 🙂
I guess i call my kids dear a lot – i am a little old fashioned that way!