Mummy’s Home

Home Cooking at it’s Best

“Can’t wait for you to meet Mummy. She’s the best. You’ll love her lasagna!” Maat parked his Camry on a quiet street outside the city. He jumped out to come open her door.

Tiffany took his hand and stepped out, looking around. Old brick houses were decorated with pumpkins, skeletons, and ghosts. Halloween was just around the corner.

Accepting his hand, they walked up the stone path to wide steps, toes pushing crunchy maple leaves out of the way. Maat opened the old stained glass door and ushered his girlfriend inside.

“Mummy? It’s us! Wow, that smells great!” Maat dropped Tiffany’s hand and walked further into the house, searching for his mummy.

“That does smell great! Can’t wait.” Tiffany was nervous. She heard lots about Maat’s mother and didn’t want to disappoint her. It was weird that he called her mummy instead of Mom, but he was British, so maybe they all did that.

“Tiff? Hey, come on in. Mummy’s taking dinner out of the oven. Come meet her!”

Tiffany walked through the house, following the sound of them talking. She could clearly hear Maat and another voice, which didn’t sound female. Maybe her voice was deep.

Turning the corner, she walked into the kitchen. Maat stood in front of a figure. Hearing her, he moved aside. Tiffany was horrified. A shaggy form in dirty and torn bandages from head to toe stood. Eternally dammed eyes glimmered unearthly green from the face. There was no nose and a black hole where a mouth usually is. Tiffany opened her mouth to scream when the figure spoke.

“Hi, Tiffany. So glad to meet you. Maat just loves to talk about you. Lasagna needs to cool. Would you like a glass of wine while we wait?”

Who doesn’t love a glass of wine?

I might not be short (ish) but I’m definitely weird. I hope you are enjoying reading these as much as I enjoy writing them.