Of the Utmost Importance

‘Mother, where’s the thingamajig for opening jars?’

‘In the knife drawer.’

I open the knife drawer, which has no knives in it. I rummage through all sorts of instruments; peelers, weird scoop things, funny scissors, whizzers and all shapes of silicone. A slip-on spout? Gadgets with attachments, blades and prongs. A spork and a chork? What happened the chopsticks?

Ah… here it is. The yoke for opening jars!

I suppose mother needs all these accoutrements. How else would she peel fruit, slice avocados, zest her lemons, measure spaghetti, spiralize veggies, flip her lids, and beat her meat? I wonder!

Drawer full of cutlery
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In response to Charli Mills’ 99 Word Flash Fiction Challenge. In 99 words (no more, no less), write about tools. Whose tools are they and how do they fit into the story? What kind of tools? Go where the prompt leads!


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15 thoughts on “Of the Utmost Importance

  1. The kitchen tools! Oh, yes. Love the humor, Gloria! Tomorrow is Thanksgiving and I can’t wait to use that one tool way in the back with the rubber bulb. My Mom used to set a timer to baste the turkey and she’d proclaim, ‘Time to go suck off the turkey.” I never really thought about that any other way until my then-boyfriend, now-husband got the biggest grin on his face that year at our family’s table!

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