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- Herausgeber: Bernard Morris
- Kategorie: Abenteuer, Thriller, Horror
- Sprache: Englisch
- Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2019
Mother takes great care in preparing meals for her son and husband in this scary little horror story.
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COQ AU VIN
a horror story
Bernard Morris
© 2019 Bernard Morris
First Edition
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Liam unzipped his black nylon zipper jacket and hung it on the door handle in the living room. Leaving the jacket hanging untidily from the handle he entered the kitchen, took the half empty bottle of fresh milk from the fridge and downed the contents in two ravenous gulps.
“What’s for tea, Mum?” he asked as he placed the empty milk bottle next to the tub of margarine on top of the fridge.
“Coq au vin,” said Mother, peeling onions.
“Smells nice.”
The mouth-watering smell had treated his nostrils the moment he reached the front gate.
He walked over to the cooker and examined the contents of the large Teflon frying pan.
“It looks like chicken,” he said, breathing in the warm succulence.
“What do you think coq is?”
“Eh?”
“It’s a special dish for you and your father.”
Liam kissed his mum on the cheek.
“You spoil us, you do,” he said.
He pulled off a loose strand of meat from one of the three large portions in the frying pan and popped it into his mouth.
Mother gave a tut.
“You shouldn’t eat meat when it’s not properly cooked. That chicken could have had all sorts wrong with it.”
“It’s dead.”
“That’s how you get food poisoning.”
“I’ll be all right.”
“You can’t take any chances with chicken. You’ll get salmonella if you’re not careful. People can die from that, you know.”
“I wonder if you can get chickenella from salmon?”
“There was a case just the other day in the newspaper.”
“What? Chickenella?”
“Salmonella. A pensioner. She was rushed to hospital after complaining of severe stomach pains. Her husband discovered the chicken drumsticks they’d had were two years out of date.”
Mother put the peeled onions to one side and chopped the dark red meat into small cubes.
Liam probed the portions in the frying pan in search for other loose strands but was forced to pull his hand away as the pan, like an enraged cat spitting at a dog, spat piping hot liquid butter on to his fingers.
Mother looked over her shoulder.
“That’s the chicken telling you it’s not done,” she said.
Mother took great care in preparing meals for her son and husband and enjoyed putting on a special treat every couple of days. The other day her surprise dish was Daube de Boeuf a la Provencale, a delectable dish of beef, streaky bacon, vegetables and pork rinds sprinkled with finely chopped parsley, garlic and a few capers. The day after that though she couldn’t be arsed and just made them beans on toast.
She was a full time housewife and considered cooking the meals as one of her most important jobs. She absolutely adored cooking meals for her hard-working son and husband, to ensure they were nourished and well fed, filling them with protein and everything that’s good for you. It had been a passion of hers for years. She loved building up their strength. She loved her son and husband to bits. They were her life, her world, her reason for living, and she wanted them to have nothing but the best. It gave her immense satisfaction, seeing the joy her meals gave them.
She carried on chopping the dark red meat.
The screwed-up piece of paper resting in a ball shape by the side of the wooden teapot stand on the kitchen table caught Liam’s eye. He flattened the paper out and read the words which had been written in red ink.
coq au vin
ingredients:
3 chicken portions
half bottle red wine
2 onions
