Serving up food in a short story
There are a couple of competitions coming up that ask for food-related stories. I don’t like cooking. But I do like eating.
Today, I intended to write a short story featuring a multi-cultural meal, full of exotic tastes and fragrances from around the world. But I started off inside the head of John, a very traditional English man, who yearns for the Yorkshire puddings his wife used to make.
John just took over the story, and the finished piece turned into something a little bit different from the one I originally intended.
(Note to self: please try to keep your characters under control next time!)
It’s another short, short story, and almost a flash fiction piece, at 1,100 words. Number 19 of my NaNo challenge, #30days30shorts.
(P.S. my husband is called John, and he cooks a mean Yorkshire pudding himself, but bears no resemblance to the John in my story.)