Kellie More has given us our prompts for FreeWriteFriday.
Prompts: foliage – amber – wicker – aroma – sweater – cocoa. We may use as little as one word or all of them if we choose. and after we are to post the link of our post in the comments on FWF KellieMore’s site
This WAS fun! I had foliage in my visual but once I saw aroma, it took me to my grandmother’s kitchen. Kellie always seems to find prompts that bring me to nice places. Thank you!
Little Red Riding Hood…
« Take your bike, you`ll get there faster» shouted the woman from the front door. «No, Mom! I`d rather walk, it`s more fun walking. Tell GrandMaman not to worry. I know a short cut and I`ll be there by 3 o’clock.» Kim walked down her street. There was a brisk wind but if she walked fast enough, she`d soon warm up. That heavy wool sweater ma tante Pat knit her will soon be too warm. Thank goodness it had a full length zipper.
Crunch crunch crunch, she stomped slowly on the foliage on the tree covered street. She was already on rue St-Paul where there were mostly mature trees. The past few nights were freezing cold, and more leaves had fallen making a nice thick blanket of various shades of amber and gold. Crunch crunch crunch was all Kim chose to hear. She marveled at the sound and was tempted ever so often to just sit in a pile on a lawn that the owner had not yet had time to bag. «Lying in a heap of fallen leaves is so cool!» she thought, « It`s nicer than making snow angels I think, you`re not all wet…just have to shake some leaves that get stuck here and there.»
But not today, Kim, wanted to get to GrandMaman`s in time for supper. Mmmm, she could smell the aroma in her vivid imagination already. The scent of chicken broth that simmered for hours boiling off the meat from those bones, the subtle scent of curry and celery seed. How she enjoyed her soups. GrandMaman always added chunks of meat, celery, carrots and tiny pieces of potatoes or rice. She knew she`d be eating fish as the main course since it was Friday but no matter what she cooked, it was always tasty with vegetables from her garden. Her grandmother would soon be running out of fresh vegetables, though. The fish was never a problem. Marcel Simard, her boarder fished regularly all year round. Kim was always a bit wary of swallowing a bone though, so her grandmother always put a piece of bread on her plate with instructions to eat right away and allow the bone to pass through…but still, she preferred no bone, thank you very much. So she chewed her meat for a long time.
She arrived earlier than expected! «Allo GrandMaman!»
«Bonjour ma belle poule aux oeux d’or. Va t’assir sur la berceuse, j’ai une `tite surprise pour toé,» her grandmother said hugging her and kissing her on each cheek. Kim sat nice and comfy in the wicker rocker by the window and her eyes widened as her grandmother brought her a nice hot cup of cocoa topped with whipped cream and very tiny marshmallows…yum!
© Whispering Insights, September 5, 2013