Pulling the Plug

PHOTO PROMPT - Copyright Ted Strutz

Growing up I remember my uncle’s fondness for spicy food and the many women that he dated and discarded.

Meera who prepared Laal Maas spiced with the “Mathania redchilli”.

Rosy’s Pork Vindaloo simmered in coconut, vinegar and lots of red chilli peppers.

Jincy and her Kozi Kari cooked with hot fresh green chilli and dried ground red chilli peppers.

And finally it was Aunt Shanti who fed us fiery Chettinad food and him curd and boiled rice.

I raised an eye at his plate.

He sighed “I had to pull the plug on spicy food on the doctor’s advice”.

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Written for Friday Fictioneers. Word Count : 100

This week I am still in India taking in the vast variety of food that is on offer, promising myself that I will exercise once this trip is over.  There is no single standard and homogenous Indian cuisine and the regional variations in food are many.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Indian_cuisine

One of things I should do when I get back is maybe turn the hand written book of recipes that my mother made for us into an e-book.  

The Journey

PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright – Georgia Koch

Alone in the inky darkness I fear there are no passengers tonight.  It had been a day of gloomy promise and now the boat stands grounded under the light of the stars.

For centuries have I steered it through the foul stench of ash, excrement, blood and the pall of the burning flesh.  The sides caked with vomit as they realise that there is no going back. 

I hear reluctant steps treading towards the craft.  He stands at the edge unwilling to get in but I ask for my fare, a mere coin, mine to row past the dreaded hound.

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Written for Friday Fictioneers. Word Count : 100

This week I am at the Jaipur Literature Festival soaking in the atmosphere and pretending to be a writer.  Have already seen some great talks and am looking forward to more.

Food to Die For

PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright – Jan Wayne Fields

He gazed at her apartment on the other side of the courtyard where the pots of brilliant red geraniums added a splash of colour to the drab gray cemented tiles.

He had been cooking since she accepted his invitation to a meal.  Once the menu was decided it was just a matter of sourcing the right ingredients.  Lung and Loin Bourguignonne, Tandoori Liver and thigh baked in clay with marrow with tiny Lady Apples on the side.

Only the best tableware with the finest crystal set on damask tablecloth would do to commemorate another culinary triumph for Dr Hannibal Lecter.

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Written for Friday Fictioneers. Word Count : 100

This week's entry is a bit late (almost in line to be next week's entry).  The food choice for this post was inspired by janice poon's blog. 

The Road to Salvation

Copyright - Jean L.Hays

I dream of unattainable love and really glamorous clothes.   Of a life so far removed from the one I lead.  Brushing aside questions of bruises and closed eyes, followed by whispering silences where ever I go.   

The lashes endured were a testament to my love.  He loved me and he beat me.  The days when he ignored me were like torture.  But love was never meant to be like this.  I know that now.

The road to salvation starts here.  A step taken forward means that there is no turning back.  A fresh start and a new beginning await me.

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Written for Friday Fictioneers. Word Count : 100

Here we go again.  Another year and another prompt.  I was going to leave it with an ambiguous ending but the new year has to start with hope. Happy blogging and writing to all.