I can’t thank the wonderful Priceless Joy enough for hosting Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (75 – 175 words) and Graham Lawrence for providing the inspiring photo prompt this week. If you haven’t heard of or joined this challenge, please do yourself a favor and check out PJ’s blog for more details and entertaining entries. You won’t regret it. Btw, this is also in response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Night and Day.”
Now onto the story:
THANKS, BUT WE
The crisp morning air bit Adela’s nose, but she pressed on to get the sauerkraut to nurse the Laskas with proper soup. After all, it wasn’t every day this sort of family hired someone from Adela’s village.
Adela tucked them into bed and filled them with warm meals, funny nursing stories, and remedies created long ago by her grandmamma.
Mr. Laska and the kids sprang back to health as December became February. Determined were they to get Mrs. Laska better, too. All the while, the Laskas showered Adela with their gratitude and silly antics.
February gave way to March. Adela imagined what the tweed of Mr. Laska’s jacket would feel like against her face if he embraced her — like he did with Mrs. Laska now that color was returning to her cheeks.
Adela stirred the potato soup and added a dash of cyanide. She smiled down at Mrs. Laska as the front door jingled. “Ah, that must be the children.” Her children, not Mrs. Laska’s.
Today was so radiant, Adela had to paint it from the garden. Suddenly, screams poured out the open window behind her and nearly made her smear the red paint into her purple sages.
“Adela, Adela, come quick. It’s Mother!”
She set down her brush. “Coming, my dear.”
(212 words … darn)