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Still family

I listened impatiently to my sister’s bitter grumbling, my increasing unease heightened by the disturbing familiarity of the scents wafting from the pot she tended. We can’t get away with that kind of thing, not anymore. Eventually she gave me an opportunity to round on her.

“You can’t call her a traipse.”

She bristled.

“And why not?”

“For one thing, no one’s used traipse as an insult in living memory.”

“I remember. You remember.”

“We don’t count. And anyway, I never met a less slovenly woman.”

“So? A bruit needn’t be predicated on absolute truth.”

Her grievance was not forgotten, but I had at least distracted her, her resentment melting into mischief. I was reassured, but in the morning I found the cauldron empty and my sister euphoric, and that’s always dangerous – for someone.

So I was relieved, when I next met our neighbour, to find that she still had her full complement of limbs, and no more, though her dress was rather tight. I was disinclined to assist her with that. She had, I judged, an insufficiently penitent expression for someone who had called my sister a corpulent hussy, and there is such a thing as family pride.

What can I say? The fiendish nature of the Monday Mixer seems to bring out the malicious side in my characters. Or maybe it only takes Monday to do that. I urge you, as ever, to follow the link – whether you want a crack at the prompt yourself, or just to see what deliciously macabre morsels (a blatant guess based on some of the people I know have posted – I never read until I’ve posted my own) have been served up by the other mixers.

Also (and I forgot I had to mention this) this is my first attempt at achieving over-achiever status.

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6 comments on “Still family

  1. Niiice! Always love your posts!

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  2. Great job, and well done on using all the words, I struggled to find them in your tale they fit so well. X

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  3. This is oh so very good! Great use of the prompts, fitting in beautifully without spoiling the flow or the story. Well done! x

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