“Teaspoon, Not Tablespoon!”

Author’s Note: This is a Take Ten to Write story and has not been proofread for errors. If I feel inspired or if there’s interest in the story, I’ll post a revised, edited, and extended version at a later date. Happy reading!

Prompt: Tablespoon.

“I asked for a teaspoon!” I scream out the door. “Why in the High Witch’s name would you bring me a tablespoon?!” Then, under my breath, I mutter, “Idiot.”

Wrigsley pokes his head into the room. “I’m so sorry, Mistress,” he squeaks, ducking his head and shuffling forward. His hand darts out from under his cloak and grabs the tablespoon. He awkwardly tiptoes out of the room to get my teaspoon.

I let out a deep sigh. Why did I ever think that it would be a good idea to employ a mud troll? Wrigsley is just about the most useless thing in my entire home, and that’s including all the furniture.

He returns a moment later. His arm darts out once more to put the teaspoon in its proper place.

“Leave me,” I snap, waving him off.

“Yes, Mistress,” he says, bowing again before leaving, closing the door behind him.

I turn back to my ingredients. Now I’m finally ready to begin.

Over the next thirty minutes, I chop, measure, and crush all the necessary ingredients. When I’m finished, I walk over to my cauldron.

I pour in all my prepared ingredients at once before giving my brew a good stir. Then, all that’s left to do is wait.

I can’t help but stare at my creation as it bubbles. Finally, it’s ready.

I grab my ladle and take a big spoonful. I pour it into my bowl over the rice I had reheated from last night.

And finally, I can sit down and enjoy my dinner.

Final Comments: This one was fun! Originally, the protagonist was going to be making a potion, but I think I like it better this way.

Overall Rating: 😃