I tossed a spoonful of Auntie Calida into the blizzard. I’d warned her, “Leave me your cremains and I’ll fling your ashes into a snowstorm.” She despised cold weather.
“You won’t, Jamie,” she’d chuckled. “You’re such a goody two shoes.”
She had me there.
Living with funerary urns spooked me, and despite my wicked threats, three relatives said they’d entrust me anyway.
I tossed another spoonful out the window. Forced responsibility flying away.
“Who’s a goody-goody now, Auntie?”
I promised my mother, a vegan, if she foisted her cremains on me, she’d season my beef bourguignon. She said I wouldn’t dare.
Remember to take your antacids – just in case… Ha ha, great story!
Leaves you wondering about the third one. ?
i like it! dark humour for the times. thanks.
Loved it… dark humour at its best… well done…
At first I thought it was a Dairy Queen Blizzard. Foreshadowing for eating the ‘seasoned’ beef bourguignon.
Thank you all for taking the time to comment…. glad you enjoyed my little story and happy to see there are some dark humor fans! 🙂
Yes, definitely a fun dark story…a bit crunchy I would imagine with beef bourguignon, but then I’m told differing textures can be an important factor in meals 😉