Aunt Gilda is bringing more pickle relish. Other years Cissy had expressed thanks and added them to the shelf. But this time, Aunt Gilda wants to pick up her nine empty jars. Cissy had to empty each one and make it spotless to return to dear aunty. Only one left. She dumped its contents into the disposal, turned the switch, washed the jar… Whee, the job is done!
The doorbell rings.
“Oh, Aunt Gilda, come right in. How wonderful that you brought more of your delicious relish!”
Sniffing, Aunt Gilda replied suspiciously, “Your house smells like my pickle relish,”
FRIDAY FICTIONEERS BY Rochelle – 100 word story from picture prompt
PHOTO PROMPT © Ronda Del Boccio
About oneta hayes
Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
The picklehound relishes the aroma of a drained jar😊
Oh, dear, Aunty brought the picklehound! 😀
😊😊I thought she was the picklehound.
Fits the story! 😀