Every Friday authors worldwide gather round the virtual fireside of Rochelle Wisoff and share stories of 100 words, prompted by a common photograph, and exchange constructive criticism. Readers’ comments are also welcome. This week’s photo, Dining Room, has been provided by Jan Wayne Fields. Thanks, Jan, your photo inspired the following tale:
His parents didn’t come to the wedding; their gift a garish orange dinner service – cheap fairground prize won long ago.
“Carnival glass is collectable these days,” Adi had said, generously, adding, “they’ll come round. Patience!”
It was his mother, really.
“That’s a beautiful necklace,” said Adi warmly, across the table.
“A family piece.”
Matt glanced at the bejewelled cross dangling from his mother’s throat.
“I’d hoped to hand it down to my daughter-in-law, … but I expect you have your own family jewellery.”
Adi’s face fell. “Sadly, no. The nazis … “ She rose, lifted the lids from two tureens set in the middle of the table.”
“Fish and chips. How … British.”
“Fish’n chips,” Adi said, smiling mischievously, “were introduced into Britain by Sephardi Jews.”