July 11, 2006

100 words: The Case of the Oedipal Chef

Filed under: Litlets,Prose — crcb @ 11:29 am

Mood: Neo-classical

(Inspiration today from the Bulwer-Lytton Contest.)

Every morning when I was growing up, Mom made bacon and fried eggs for breakfast, basting the eggs in the bacon grease, and when you cut into them the yolks would spread like sunlight across your plate, or sometimes she’d scramble them with soft cheese, and we had toast dripping with butter, and coffee with heavy cream, and often she’d make the same meal for dinner, and when we were done she’d hand Dad his cigarettes, and it wasn’t until his first heart attack twenty years later that I realized she was trying to kill him and offered my help.


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