Great photo prompt this week on Madison Wood’s Friday Fictioneers. Thanks to Raina Ng.
It’s still Gran’s kitchen, only tidier now.
There’s a lingering aroma of nutmeg, cloves and garlic, all mingling with the overpowering essence of vanilla pods.
The grained wooden chopping block, criss-crossed by a million serrations, prompts memories of busy hands quickly reducing vegetables to pot-sized portions.
Running my fingers over her storage jars, I bring to my lips the taste of salt, oatmeal, sugar and the unmistakeable tang of ginger.
Tears springing, I pick up the keys for the agent, and as I leave I suddenly hear her voice crackling down the years.
“Goddamit, the feckin’ spongecake’s collapsed again.”