June leaned against the counter, trying not to touch her swollen, stinging eyes. She loved to make him happy and, really, he hated to see her in pain. That’s why she was making his favourite meal now, while he was out. A wave of pain hit her and she winced, a fresh flood of tears flowing down her face. She jumped as arms crept around her and a voice slobbered into her ear, ‘Whatcha doin’? Why’ya cryin’?’
She started, nearly dropping the knife and managed to say, ‘I’m making daddy’s favourite dinner, darling. The naughty onions are hurting mummy’s eyes…’
Liz Milne over 8 years ago
Thanks L Michelle, I like those sneaky twist endings too! :)
Liz Milne over 8 years ago
Excellent tip RB, I shall bear it in mind! (Contact lenses also stop you crying when chopping onions I was delighted to discover the other day! :D )
D.M. over 8 years ago
great last line.
Liz Milne over 8 years ago
Thanks DM :)
Chris Walker over 8 years ago
A good drabble, Elizabeth.
Liz Milne over 8 years ago
Thanks Chris
Liz Milne over 8 years ago
That's what I was aiming for, Drew! Nice to know it worked! :)
Iarwain Olofsson over 8 years ago
Well, I am in doubt.
There's two ways to interpret the story.
1. she really is crying and then lying to the kid
2. she's telling the truth, which is the happy end solution
And IMO just that is the magic of it.
Great.
Liz Milne over 8 years ago
Thanks Iarwain :)
Liz Milne over 8 years ago
Thanks Iarwain :)