Dulcie was having the worst day possible. She had planned to have a lovely day. She would potter in the sunshine in her garden and in the evening when the day turned chilly she would light the fire and cook up a big comforting dish of French onion soup.
The first crisis occurred when she realized she was out of bread. The local baker usually had a little of yesterday’s bread. Stale bread was best for onion soup. She would get some of that. No sooner had she left the baker’s in her car when she hit a pedestrian. Dulcie had been driving at a fair speed and the pedestrian appeared from nowhere. It was an old lady with a walker. It wasn’t Dulcie’s fault but it certainly contributed to her day not going well.
Upon eventually arriving home she realized that she was out of onions. Why oh why hadn’t she checked before she left home the first time? It was back into the car.
As she passed the spot where she had hit the little old lady it was a great relief. Clearly someone must have found the body. It had been taken away.
Oh. Well. Another one of your stories with a happy ending, then.
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Yes, things were finally going well for Dulcie.
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Yes – all’s well that ends well.
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Thanks Herb – I’m addicted to such happy endings.
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What, exactly, is a french onion and how does it differ from an Italian onion?
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I’m not sure what an Italian’s onion looks like so I can’t compare.
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That’s fair.
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If Dulcie mange’s to knock out one pedestrian in each of her trips in search of ingredients for the soup, the story will contains layers like an onion.
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Thanks for the peel of laughter!
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Her day got better. The pedestrian was sort of like road kill!
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Oh Noelle – that is sooo callous!
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Just as well she forgot those onions, if only to put her mind at rest about the body.
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The onions should’ve made her cry.
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I like this Dulcie lady.
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I thought you might!
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Well, who wouldn’t kill for a good bowl of French onion soup? Especially after the day Dulcie had.
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There’s a phrase in one of Katherine Mansfield’s short stories (called “Bliss”) where the aspiring hoity-toity artist says “Tomato soup is so dreadfully eternal”. I LOL every time I read it.
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