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charisstomaTitle: Seasons' Past
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 100
Prompt: Advent
It was that time of the year, of gifts for the Winter holidays. Money was tight and led to doing the unthinkable, resurrecting the long plastic recipe file that had sat gathering dust so thick you could pot a plant.
Carefully going through the recipe cards, she noted that over time some magazine clippings had gone translucent so that she’d have to angle the paper to read the ink. There were recipes from restaurants, from friends and saved from family long dead.
She’d changed. The recipes had changed from pioneer capability to financial survival. It was a time of mourning.
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 100
Prompt: Advent
It was that time of the year, of gifts for the Winter holidays. Money was tight and led to doing the unthinkable, resurrecting the long plastic recipe file that had sat gathering dust so thick you could pot a plant.
Carefully going through the recipe cards, she noted that over time some magazine clippings had gone translucent so that she’d have to angle the paper to read the ink. There were recipes from restaurants, from friends and saved from family long dead.
She’d changed. The recipes had changed from pioneer capability to financial survival. It was a time of mourning.
