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Simmer
A #FastFictionFriday Story
The pot simmered on the stove. The smell it gave off wasn’t particularly pleasant. It didn’t bother her, though. The recipe was handed down over generations of women in her family; it had been a part of her life for as long as she could remember. It had been a long time since she’d made it and she missed the delicate process: a bit of this, a tinch of that. It was soothing, which creating often wasn’t anymore.
She was a writer, or had been, once upon a time. Then she met Jim and everything changed. Suddenly she no longer had the time or the desire to weave stories. She found herself engaged in more “productive” pursuits like knitting or cooking.
Was that her choice or was it Jim’s? She no longer trusted her own memories, her own thoughts. Somewhere over the years she’d melted into her husband, stopped existing independently of him, something she thought would never happen to her the way it had happened to her mother.
She remembered the whispered fights that seeped through the thin walls of their tiny house. She remembered the sound of running across the creaky wood…
