Mother Hubbard

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

The cupboard wasn’t bare, but a few garlic bulbs and some salt didn’t exactly make for fine dining.  Mrs. Hubbard drew some water from the well and proceeded to make a thin garlicy soup. 

When the meagre broth was ready she spooned it out for her visitors. “Blessed meal,” she said, feeling blessed to have something to share. 

“Aren’t you having some?” the tall man asked.

“No, I had a hearty breakfast,” she lied.

When the travellers were finished they thanked her and departed. She then licked the two bowls clean.

The king returned the next day to reward her.

(100 words)

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