
Artwork by Phil Burns
This tale was written for The Carrot Ranch where the challenge is to write a story in exactly 99 words using the prompt – jam
High Tea*
‘Leave the jam alone.’
‘But Mummy, my bread needs jam.’
‘Don’t make me tell you again, John’
He thumps the dish down.
There’s an uneasy pause.
Then a sulky muttering.
‘Don’t see why I can’t put jam on my bread.’
His mother sighs.
‘You’re eating soup, that’s why. Nobody eats jam with soup.’
‘Why not?’
His two sisters snigger.
‘Well why can’t I…’
‘John, don’t push it…’
‘Leave the boy alone, Ellen.’
Everybody looks at Granpa who never speaks unless he has to.
‘The food all ends up in the same place anyway.’
John smirks – and Mother retires, defeated.
*High Tea – in Scotland the evening meal, generally eaten between 5 and 6 o’clock, is a combination of a hot dish with the elements of afternoon tea – best of both worlds.
You have the family dynamics down to a T (groan), Jenne.
And you’ve left me wondering which jam goes with which soup…
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Grandpa knows it! Tradition sometimes disrupts new pathways and yes, it all ends up in the same place anyhow.
It’s all about the journey! 😉
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Nice one, Jenne. Let him have the jam if he wants to.
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Jam and bread go with everything! I’m glad Grandpa spoke up!
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