What We Don’t See – Fiction

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Here is the photo for this week’s writing challenge and my story:

What We Don’t See

If anyone were to ask me,  “C’mon now, Ellie, what’s your most favorite room in a house?”  I wouldn’t think of just any room in any house,  I’d think of Aunt Lucy’s kitchen.

Aunt Lucy lived in the cottage behind my cousin Brenda’s house.  Whenever Brenda had a family BBQ,   Aunt Lucy and I would sneak back to her kitchen.   When I was younger,  we’d sneak back for hot chocolate and warm cookies.   When I was older,  we’d sneak back to spike our cola with Kentucky Bourbon, or maybe for a snifter of brandy.

She treated every inch of her tiny cottage like prime real estate,  even her kitchen shelves were perfectly organized.  “What’s going on with her?”  family members would ask.  “Anal retentive,”  someone would reply.   Then they’d leave the room to laugh at themselves.

The kitchen remains. It’s aged like fine Napoleon brandy now.

Ellespeth