Wow, haven’t written a Friday Fictioneers on a Thursday in ages. Proof positive my days have lost all sense of order. I barely know what time is what and I still can’t see a break on the horizon. ‘K. That’s the last of my whinging, I promise. I would like to also apologise to my fellow fictioneers that I missed on the last two prompts. It’s not my style to not read each and every one of your submissions but time was not on my side! I promise to do better this week! Boxes be damned!
So, back to business. Thank you, Rochelle, for hosting this weekly party. And this week, thank you, Valerie, for this wonderful photo. I wanted to go in so many directions and well, this is what came out of all those starts and stops.
A Moment in Time
The stew was simmering on the stove, needing only the occasional stir, the scents wafting throughout the kitchen. What was it about stew simmering that was so comforting?
The iron was being heated as well. Sunday’s Best must always be well pressed!
The morning chores had all been done and now it was time for a break. The puffs of steam meant tea was almost ready. Time for a good chin wag. Time to share stories or catch up on the latest gossip.
“You ready to move to the next exhibition?”
Startled out of her reverie, Julie smiled and nodded.