Friday Fictioneers: Life During Wartime

Life During Wartime

My mother waged a war on her neighbours from our kitchen. The local pie contest was the battlefield.

The ammo was baked apples and my mother scented victory until Mrs Shrub rolled in with a pecan pie that made the judge’s jaws drop.

Flash forward one year and my mother has evolved to cherries. Mrs Poot from number 36 brings banana cream. My mother doesn’t even collect her blue second place rosette.

Year three. Poot and Shrub bring key lime and lemon meringue (respectively). My mother goes nuclear and chooses pickled swan eyes.

She’s due in court on Monday morning.

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Another 100 word story from the prompt handily provided by Madison Woods.

Also feel free to do me a solid and go to my new blog, The Istanbulletin. It’s basically funny and informative articles about travelling, eating, culture and history. A must for anyone who likes good writing and pretty pictures (i.e. everyone).

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