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Linda went about her kitchen with a dance in her step. She had always liked to cook but not anymore. The children were grown up and long flown the nest. The husband was ridden with health complications that restricted much of his diet.

Today was, however, different. Their two sons had decided to pay the parents a special visit. Linda set about cooking each of children’s favourite dishes, taking special care to garnish them with extra dollop of love.  


The sons and their families relished the gourmet meal that was laid with care. Linda had indeed cooked up a storm!

PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright – Kelly Sands

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Words: 100

Written in response to the photo prompt at Friday Fictioneers. Tried to infuse a positive take on the storm that seems impending in the picture.

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  1. So sweet & smart, Uma :)
    Kicking up a "storm" for the "thundering" tummies :)
    Not to mention, the food is lapped up "lightning" fast :)

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    1. And, you've summed it up even better, Ankita :-)

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  2. oooh I would not mind that STORM coming my way either ..

    Bikram's

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  3. Uma, Sweet and amusing story with a great happy ending. Well written. : ) ---Susan

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    1. Thanks a lot, Susan..your comments are always encouraging :-)

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  4. HAHA WHAT A DIFFERENT TAKE ON THE PROMPT. MADE ME HUNGRY!

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  5. Wow, a really smart take on the prompt. Nice thinking Uma!

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