Mrs. Sparrow had washed the wooden spoon, for the third time that evening. "It's your time to lick it, Dear," she told Mr. Sparrow.
"Shit," he muttered as he left the still warm jars, on which he tied neat little bows. Reluctantly, he took the spoon. No smell. Maybe this time? He licked it with hesitation, froze for a moment, then dashed to the sink.
"If it isn't gone after next try," Mr. Sparrow gasped between gulps of water, "it has to be thrown away!"
That was the first and only time they made their own sweet chilli sauce.
A/N: Inspired by a real event. :)
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Short Stories - In 100 Words or Less
Historia CortaAn anthology where I've gathered my shortest stories. Here you'll find a mix of fantasy, horror, romance, comedy and tragedy. Get ready for a rollercoaster of emotions! As always: Constructive criticism and your honest opinions are worth gold. Thank...
