This was actually a bit of a struggle. I was really inspired, and then was like, wait, what am I doing, but then it came back with a vengeance, and I really enjoy how this piece turned out! So I hope that you like it!
Today’s Prompt: You wake up one morning to the sweet smell of a home-cooked breakfast. You go into the kitchen and find the table full of your favorite breakfast dishes. You sit down to eat and go to thank your mom, only to come to the realization that you’d just moved into your new apartment last night and were all alone.
The smell of bacon wafts on the air, pulling me from my slumber. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I stumble out of bed and head for the kitchen and the breakfast I can smell waiting for me there. The table is loaded up with a delicious meal, over-easy eggs, just the way I like them, crisp bacon, a bowl of fresh fruit and what looks like fresh squeezed orange juice.
I settle in, and start nomming the food and holler, “Thanks mom! This is…” I trail off, realizing that I am in my own place. It was the first night… mom doesn’t have a key, so who could have done… I drop my fork, eyes wide, as I stumble from the chair, glancing around wildly, trying to find anyone.
“Who… whose there?” I manage to squeak out. Silence all that greets me.
There you have it… a fun little piece, and what’s really cool, it’s about food! Where does your mind go with this prompt? Please share in the comments below! And if you haven’t seen them yet, please check out the anthologies I am published in, the MN Emerging Writers and the National Edition!