This week’s Flash Fiction Challenge is to write about a nutty aunt. Unfortunately, we didn’t live close to family when I was growing up, and I only saw my aunts a few times each year. So I couldn’t think of any stories about my own aunts to share. But Cecilia often spends time with her grand-niece Chelsea, and today they’re baking together.
February 4, 2015 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that includes a nutty aunt. What makes her nutty? Is it the situation she’s in or a quirky habit? She can be anybody’s aunt. Maybe she’s really somebody’s uncle but wants to be an aunt. Maybe it’s the name of a cowpoke’s horse, a hockey team or a village pub. Follow where the prompt leads.
The rain came down in sheets. The kitchen glowed with light and energy, a serene island in the storm.
“Did you wash your hands?” Cecilia asked.
Chelsea obediently washed her hands. She dumped the butter into the mixer bowl, wiping her hands on her apron.
“Long ago,” Cecilia reminisced, “your grandmother and I sat in here to watch Mama bake cookies. By the time we were ten, we were doing it ourselves.”
By now, the cookies were just about ready to bake.
“Let’s add in some nuts,” Cecilia said as she poured a cup of walnuts into the bowl.