• Fiction,  Flash Fiction

    Book of Recipes for B

    “By the way, I’m making Bisibelabath today” My eyes opened wide open. The foodie in me dragged me into the kitchen, rubbing my eyes and staggering here and there. I yawned for the fifth time,”Ma! I’ll cook today” I announced with yet another yawn. Within seconds, “Bisibelabath recipe” Search on Google. While the results were loading, I zoomed to get the apron. My mother’s glare prickled my neck, I turned around sheepishly. “Brush. Coffee. Bath. Enter” That’s right, I was home. I walked in fresh and clean per mom’s standards and got on to business. It was a pleasant feeling to not rush to the store and buy ingredients for…