Flash-Fiction: The Comforts Of Home

The comforts of home bring a woman of the old country a sense of peace and serenity, as she sits on the ground, hovered over a steaming pot of rice cooking over a hearth.

Draped in old fashioned traditional European dress, with a long white scarf covering her head, her spirit becomes one with the steam rising from her pot, where she is surrounded by nature consisting of a rugged dirt path.

Across the way from her are four women talking amongst themselves, while they sit on a blanket, chatting about their day.  Some might talk about their children, their husbands, or about the tasks they were able to accomplish around the house.

The woman cooking yells out to the other women, “It is almost done.  I can’t wait until it’s ready so I can share this delicious meal with you, my friends.  This is a special recipe passed down in my family from mother to daughter, mother to daughter on down the line to me.  It goes back three hundred generations.  I hope you will all like it,” as she removes the lid from the pot to inspect the meal cooking within it, consisting of beans, rice, onions, celery, carrots, apples, corn, and peas.

© Copyright, Kiki Stamatiou, 2015

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