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That Wooden Spoon
The spaghetti noodles are boiling. ... Everything is in place for an enjoyable evening meal; everything but the serving spoon, that is. ... As I bring my arm towards the table, my eyes happen to catch a glimpse of the particular utensil I have nabbed, and simultaneously the wooden spoon “slips through my butter fingers. ... There is no way I am using that abhorrent spoon. ...
This particular spoon is the trigger to multiple traumatic childhood experiences. Every time I use this wooden spoon, that trigger gets pulled with a vengeance. ... That ill-fated spoon was already clenched in Mom’s fist. ... At the same time the wooden spoon was acquainted with my bottom, Jessie bolted for her bedroom. ... She caught Jessie in three seconds flat, and on the fourth second, the wooden spoon was being introduced to Jessie’s back end.
Approximate Word count = 638
Approximate Pages = 2.6
(250 words per page double spaced)
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