This week I challenge you to write a story, poem, limerick or true-life piece about:
CHEESE
Have fun!
Last week’s challenge was to read the following opening paragraph to a story and then to continue with the rest of the story:
Six o’ clock in the morning. Another day Muriel would rather be dead. She opened her eyes and closed them again. Anne would be here soon. She tried not to cry, but Anne always made her cry.
I was intrigued to see where it took you and how you built on the characters. I just had to share Martin Strike‘s story with you:
Six o’ clock in the morning. Another day Muriel would rather be dead. She opened her eyes and closed them again. Anne would be here soon. She tried not to cry, but Anne always made her cry.
It was hard for Muriel, being woken by the acrid fumes of a freshly peeled onion so early every day. She had begged and begged Anne to ‘get her an alarm clock like everyone else’, but her plea had fallen on deaf ears. She knew that Anne hadn’t been the same since having both ears lopped off at that dodgy Italian hairdressers. Muriel wiped her eyes as she thought just how much Anne had changed since that terrible day. For one thing, it seemed she’d stopped wearing the sunglasses Muriel had so lovingly bought for her, and now she seemed to spend as much time as she could down her bloody allotment, instead of staying at home, stuffing the roadkill that Muriel tried so hard to run over.
Anne’s response to Muriel’s gentle questioning had been harsh. ‘Where else am I going to get sodding onions from if I don’t grow them myself?’
Maybe she’s got a point, thought Muriel as she swept today’s crushed vegetable off the bedside cabinet and took it downstairs to prepare their daily breakfast of French onion soup.
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Esther Chilton 
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