Ambrosia Prepares Dinner
A menial task
The night dripped thick and black like oil.
Crows caawed from a branch outside the kitchen window. Ambrosia pulled open the blind to soak in the evening as she prepared dinner. Her husband, Nikolas, worked night shift, so they were accustomed to eating late and sharing his breakfast time. Ambrosia also slid the window across sightly to allow the cold breeze in — it was icy, but refreshing.
Back to her task, she prepared three meals. She breathed in the aroma and smiled to herself, satisfied. Crickets chirped and the sound of the crows taking flight echoed through the still night air. After pouring the final bits of liquid into the bowls, Ambrosia licked the original container clean.
“Amber, Godfrey!” she called.
The children interrupted their game of murder in the dark and ran to the kitchen for dinner.
“Can we keep playing after dinner?” asked Godfrey.
“No,” Ambrosia replied, “We’ve got a big day tomorrow”.
“But mum…” urged Amber.
“No buts!”. Ambrosia cut her daughter short.
“Now drink your blood and get to bed!”
