A Spicy Encounter

“How did you meet my son?” she asked

“We work together,” I stammered

“Have some drumstick sambhar,” she said

“Er.. thank you,”

She poured some over the steaming rice, adding a dollop of ghee.

To my horror, I couldn’t stop eating until my bowl was empty. I looked up, my eyes glazed from food euphoria.

“I made it myself. Have more,” Ma-in-law smiled

Food, catharsis, acceptance.

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3rd Place Winner – Chimera 66 #16 (MicroFiction Writing Challenge)

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Prompt:

“Catharsis”
Noun: the process of releasing, and thereby providing relief from, strong or repressed emotions.

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