All Better Soon

 

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(Photo: Uwe Conrad on Unsplash)

 

She cried into the onions, peeled the taters, chopped the carrots, minced the garlic, seared the chicken bits.

Around her a cacophony of coughs.

A prodigious sneeze.

She wiped. She washed her hands. She stirred.

The panacea simmered.

There’s nothing chicken soup won’t fix.

 

 

 

For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt of: Panacea in 44 words