A Moment on the Lips… (Five Sentence Fiction, November 2012)

This week’s one word prompt from Lillie McFerrin’s Five Sentence Fiction was ‘Feast’, which prompted an old childhood recollection.

“Don’t you even think of it my girl!” said the look in my mother’s eye, as I surveyed the oval platter laden with dainty triangular sandwiches, crusts carefully removed and bulging with juicy, pink tinned salmon.

We kids had never tasted salmon in our lives, nor were we likely to today, as the sandwiches on our side of the plate were thinly scraped with strawberry jam, and woe betide any one of us who dared to take a sandwich from the guests’ side of plate.

As conversation flowed, I chose my moment carefully, and reached casually out, hand hovering momentarily before, on a rising tide of wilfulness, I snatched one from the other side of the plate and crushed it swiftly into my mouth.

“What did it taste like?” asked my younger sister later that day, as we washed our faces and struggled into our nighties.

“Like heaven,” I said airily, perching my red and tender buttocks on my side of my bed, though it hadn’t really; it was more like the sour taste of guilt, laced heavily with an expectation of nemesis to be promptly fulfilled after the guests’ departure.

About Sandra

I used to cruise the French waterways with my husband four or five months a year, and wrote fiction and poetry. Now I live on the beautiful Dorset coast, enjoying the luxury of being able to have a cat, cultivating an extensive garden and getting involved in the community. I still write fiction, but only when the spirit moves me - which isn't as often as before. I love animals, F1 motor racing, French bread and my husband, though not necessarily in that order.
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19 Responses to A Moment on the Lips… (Five Sentence Fiction, November 2012)

  1. sue Cottrill says:

    That exact thing put me off tinned salmon for life, hate the stuff!


  2. Wowie! You really outdid yourself this time Sandra!!!!!
    You hit every note, the descriptions were wonderful, the plot human and devious, the outcome to be expected but still needing to be read, and the taste that was left in our mouths as your readers was unexpected after all was said and read.

    Two drumsticks and five pies up. Throw some caviar in there, too.



  3. yowee! This was just great and reminded me very much of me–and someone else..my granddaughter.


  4. K R Smith says:

    Sounds like somebody got into trouble!

    Most canned salmon looks about like cat food, but there are a few which are much better. I hope she didn’t get spanked for the cheap stuff! Of course, the one that got the spanking will never admit it if it was.

    A fun story!


  5. josie2shoes says:

    Ahh yes, save the good stuff for the company. I don’t blame her a bit for taking her chances, sad that she didn’t really get to enjoy it though, her taste already poisoned by the knowledge of what was to come. I admire a girl with a bit of daring! Really well written, very true to life!


  6. I love the way you soured the taste with the consequences! Great writing Sandra!


  7. Always enjoy your stories, Sandra :)) I like the touch of bravado trying to make it worth the punishment afterwards!


  8. JazzBumpa says:

    Very well done. I like it that the violence takes place off stage.

    I disagree with Lisa though. A guilty pleasure – especially one you get punished for – ought to really have been worth it, in some sort of way.

    Otherwise, it’s too much like life.



  9. ahblack57 says:

    A tasty piece of prose (with crusts neatly removed). Actions and consequences. A lesson we all ned to learn. Delightfully told.


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