Breakfast – Carrot Ranch

Artwork by Phil Burns

The Carrot Ranch Challenge:
In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story inspired by “Jam”.

Click here to hear the author read his words:

Breakfast

I barge into the kitchen, still fumbling with my tie.
Mora, my wife, is feeding the baby, and our other two are torturing cereal in bowls.
At my place sits coffee, orange juice and toast.
Where’s the jam, I demand.
Open wide, sweetheart, says Mora, the spoon hovering before a closed mouth.
Where’s the jam?
Eat your cereal, chicks, or you’ll be late for school.
I glower around, but no-one notices.
I thrust my chair back noisily, grab my briefcase.
I’m off, I bawl.
In the cupboard where it always is, says Mora.
She looks up, smiles.
Bye, honey.

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About ceayr

A Scot who has discovered peace in a small town he calls Medville on the Côte Vermeille, C.E. Ayr has spent a large part of his life in the West of Scotland and a large part elsewhere. His first job was selling programmes at his local football club and he has since tried 73 other career paths, the longest being in IT, with varying degrees of success. He is somewhat nomadic, fairly irresponsible and, according to his darling daughter, a bit random. So, nobody’s perfect.
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7 Responses to Breakfast – Carrot Ranch

  1. Charli Mills's avatar Charli Mills says:

    You have a great sense of timing, the way you pair the husband’s demands with the wife’s actions.

  2. jenne49's avatar jenne49 says:

    Still laughing…
    Mora has perfected the art of living with four children!
    You drew me right into the room with this masterclass in the use of ‘strong’ words.
    PS Love that last line!

  3. Hoist by his own jam petard (if there is such a thing). 🙂

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