Posted in Micro Fiction

Boiled Potatoes 

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The kitchen was a hive of frantic activity. The freshly dug potatoes shivered as the cold water poured over their skins and a harsh brush scrubbed away their protective coats of mud. The onions, hanging from the ceiling in the corner,  watched on helplessly. They had been here a while now and knew what was about happen. They would have cried out a warning but it would have been to no avail. They averted their eyes as the young chef started to skin the potatoes alive, their screams quickly disappearing as they were dropped into the pan of boiling water.

MikeJackson©2016

Day 17 of my Drabble Project
(100 x 100 word stories in the month of October).
Story 46.

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Now that I'm retired I have more time to devote to writing my blog and creating short stories.

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