Martha peeled the golden sheath off the onion and began dicing it.
“Mom, what are you doing?” Ellie asked, walking into the kitchen.
“Making a poultice for Jake. I heard him coughing all night.”
“Seriously? You know the drugstores are full of meds for this.”
“I know that. But there’s nothing better than an old-fashioned compress smacked onto the chest. Gets that mucous loosened up real quick.”
“Ack!” Ellie threw her arms into the air and ran to warn her husband.
Martha chuckled and continued making Jake his chicken noodle soup. She loved getting her daughter all riled up.
***
I was inspired to write this 99-word story by Carrot Ranch’s February 27, 2023 Challenge for a story about a golden onion.
Ha! I like Mom, and that she teases her daughter. It also reminded me of my father’s strange concoctions for colds when I was a kid. If you could stand a lot of onion you might also get a belt of whiskey and honey. But no poultices.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Ha! You brought back a memory of my own: my dad’s cure for sore throats was brandy and honey. I’d forgotten that. As kids, my brother nor I were ever given his special concoction. We got the traditional off-the-shelf meds.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Cleverly written, Kate.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks Nicole!
LikeLiked by 1 person
That’s so funny, Kate. Ellie really should know her mum by now. Mum gets the last laugh, eh?
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you Norah. I imagine they will all be laughing about it later.
LikeLiked by 1 person
I’m sure they will. 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
THAT is hilarious!
Moms get to have their fun, too. 😂❤😂😂🐒🐧
LikeLiked by 1 person
Glad you enjoyed it! 😀
LikeLiked by 1 person
Very cute…I can see Mom smirking and hear the family’s laughter once the soup is served.
LikeLiked by 1 person