For this weeks Flash! Friday we had to incorporate a kitchen into a story about the following prompt:
Prison Guard, 1910. Public domain photo.
Whatever it takes
I’m stuck, incarcerated in this hellish place. I wanted it all, the big house, the nice car, the overseas vacations. I was willing to do whatever was necessary, or at least I thought I was. I didn’t want to work for it, let those other girls squeeze into pencil skirts to try to earn their fortune. I wasn’t good at maths, or typing, or shorthand. The only thing I was good at was enchanting men. Turns out that was the only skill I needed. Shame it didn’t last.
My keeper stalks towards me. He’s dressed in his dark grey uniform, always so traditional. I put on my best smile and stop to adjust his tie. He pulls up a chair and says, “good morning sweetheart, what’s for breakfast?”
He never said anything about me cooking, not once, until the ring was on my finger. Before that it was all holidays in the Mediterranean and fancy restaurants. Soon as I was leashed he changed his tune. Suddenly my place was in the kitchen, just like his dear departed Mum. I should have guessed I was her replacement. Still, my newfound role as Suzy homemaker does have it’s advantages. He never should have mentioned that seafood allergy…
