Lady Cumin and the Saffron Princess
Romance ·I wrote this 100 word microfiction for the NYC midnight contest. The story had to be a Romance, use the word “rank” and the action of “cooking” had to take place in the story.
Among crowded jars, two foreigners. They exchange perfumes of their homeland as greeting gifts. The Iranian saffron finds the Moroccan cumin’s nuttiness a refreshing change from her usual suitors.
Culinary storms brew. Its aftermath leaves the kitchen’s lands devastated and disorganized.
Now a countertop away, Lady Cumin seeks the delicate threads of her red princess. But no scent traverses the rank wasteland of dirty dishes. Desperate, the cumin tips over and rolls towards the precipice. The mess inspires a deep clean and a tagine pot is unearthed.
The lovers swim in the sweet lemony juices in a marriage of fragrances.