
PHOTO PROMPT © Liz Young
I had always loved cooking elaborate meals when I had friends over, but when it came to feeding myself, I never wanted to cook. Only simple salads and fruit would do for me. The day I met Gabriel, everything changed. I couldn’t pinpoint the moment I changed, but something had. As the weeks passed, I began to spend more time at the grocery store and over the hot stove, I began to wonder. Wonder what life would be like if I no longer cooked for Gabriel. That was the day I found the pills he had been giving me.
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7 responses to “The Chef”
A Stepford Wives vibe.
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Not sure if this is a good thing, or there is some mischief involved. I am left wondering, therefore for me good story.
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Seems Gabriel was no angel 🙂
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I like how the story took a dark turn. The “pills” are a wonderful metaphor. Pills come in many forms.
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I see either a dark future or a little enlightenment with the entrance of the pills.
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Oh no, it’s time to leave. A wonderful yet chilling last line.
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Time to get out – fast!
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