Fiction: Fat Sausages.
Apr. 9th, 2010 11:50 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jolantruTen fat sausages, sizzling on the pan,
One went pop, another went bang!
May loved singing the song to little Kai, especially when he wanted to sleep. The infant rubbed his eyes, looking at his mother.
Eight fat sausages, sizzling on the pan,
One went pop, another went bang!
She walked around the house, noticing that clutter was everywhere. And so messy. She felt the sadness well up in her heart. It had been two months since her husband had left her. The house was feeling it. Her pockets were feeling it.
Six fat sausages, sizzling on the pan,
One went pop, another went bang!
There was rustling coming from the kitchen. Probably one of the neighborhood mynah birds pilfering from the open rubbish bin. She gazed down at Kai, relieved that he was finally asleep. She gently eased him into his cot. She took pains to keep his cot clean. What else could she do?
With a heavy heart, she walked into the kitchen, only to find a packet of Taiwanese sausages and a bag of fragrant jasmine rice resting on the counter. Taiwanese sausages! She used to buy them during the night bazaars. She loved the sweet juices bursting in her mouth. Rice! She needed the money to buy rice. But her husband had been slow with the maintenance.
The fairies. They heard her.
She smiled. She would hang the wind-chime later, next to the window. It was the only thing she could do to thank them.
One went pop, another went bang!
May loved singing the song to little Kai, especially when he wanted to sleep. The infant rubbed his eyes, looking at his mother.
Eight fat sausages, sizzling on the pan,
One went pop, another went bang!
She walked around the house, noticing that clutter was everywhere. And so messy. She felt the sadness well up in her heart. It had been two months since her husband had left her. The house was feeling it. Her pockets were feeling it.
Six fat sausages, sizzling on the pan,
One went pop, another went bang!
There was rustling coming from the kitchen. Probably one of the neighborhood mynah birds pilfering from the open rubbish bin. She gazed down at Kai, relieved that he was finally asleep. She gently eased him into his cot. She took pains to keep his cot clean. What else could she do?
With a heavy heart, she walked into the kitchen, only to find a packet of Taiwanese sausages and a bag of fragrant jasmine rice resting on the counter. Taiwanese sausages! She used to buy them during the night bazaars. She loved the sweet juices bursting in her mouth. Rice! She needed the money to buy rice. But her husband had been slow with the maintenance.
The fairies. They heard her.
She smiled. She would hang the wind-chime later, next to the window. It was the only thing she could do to thank them.
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Date: 2010-04-09 05:28 pm (UTC)Let's hope the Faeries leave the husband some sausages and a bag of jasmine-scented dead maggots. >:)
I'm imagining the writer penned that song after walking into their kitchen to find the cooker spattered with sausage-meat. :P
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Date: 2010-04-10 03:22 am (UTC)A trick to cooking sausages: use a fork to poke holes (to let the air out, apparently).
Thank you for the feedback! ;)
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Date: 2010-04-10 03:47 am (UTC)Mum used to get me to do that for her when I was little. I once missed one, and it blew itself clean out of the pan.
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Date: 2010-04-10 01:24 am (UTC)Thank you. It was just what I needed. Especially since we found my windchimes the other day and
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Date: 2010-04-10 03:23 am (UTC)And yes, they love wind-chimes, the fairies do. :)