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May you all have a great start to 2022. Not like Jerry Kismee from my story.

The man only wanted something sweet. Is that too much to ask for?

Life can take the sourest turn when you least expect it.

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If Jerry Kismee knew that his stubborn insistence for raspberry jam with his pancakes on new year’s morning would result in the death of his beloved wife Donna Kismee, he may have reconsidered his childish behavior. An evening of prayer and an hour of Monopoly had marked the couple’s New Year’s Eve celebration. What else […]

Rest in Peace Raspberry Jam by Terveen Gill — Gobblers / Masticadores // Editores: Manuela Timofte / j re crivello

16 Comments on “Rest in Peace Raspberry Jam by Terveen Gill — Gobblers / Masticadores – Flash Fiction

  1. Who would have thought that a jar of raspberry jam could spell death, doom and disaster… but of course, left in your safe hands, Terveen, anything can happen. The thing is, most accidents start off with a simple, perfectly normal action. Like grabbing a jar of jam… All too plausible. A tug of war gone horribly wrong. I could picture the scene and I thought it was very clever the way you described their long term relationship with just a few little words, the long hugs, the game of Monopoly. It made your characters come to life. I loved this story. You at least only killed one person in your first story of the year, I pretty much wiped out mankind in mine… Maybe you should write a follow up to your raspberry jam story. How about Murder by Pancake?

    • Haha! What’s a new year without bumping off some people. Just can’t have every hanging around. Where will we find space for the new ones? Yes, I say it as it is. And an apocalypse and raspberry jam. There might be a lead there with pancakes on the side to choke those unsuspecting souls who only wanted something sweet for breakfast. I believe you and I may have a great writing partnership. Passionate (crazy) minds think alike. Thanks so much, Britta! 🙂

  2. I am Jam
    Jam I am
    Do not grab the jar…
    Oh damn!

    While the untimely loss of Donna is tragic and no one is truly to blame, she signed her own death certificate the moment she exerted her dominance over Jerry wanting a bit of raspberry sweetness on his pancakes.

    They had been married since God spoke to Moses (or so the assumption goes) and it’s fair to say that she knew the Jerr-meister better than anyone else on the planet, so she knew the trouble she was starting by offering the man some dry ass pancakes that would suck all the moisture from his mouth. Spinach and banana damn pancakes with black coffee? Who wouldn’t want to offset that with a little berry compote?

    And you knew his topping of choice, didn’t you, Donna? And if you were so concerned about his health condition and the jam was a no-no, why was it in the blasted house in the first place? And was behind the toaster an ideal hiding spot? And it was New Year’s Day for pity’s sake, let the seventy-year-old man tickle his taste buds with a bit of raspie sweetness to ring in the new year, you heartless harpy.

    So, you figure Jerry can finally partake of all the raspberry jam he wants, now that you’re not around…but you’ve tainted that, haven’t you, with your fragile skull and inconvenient death.

    Touche, Donna, to the victor goes the spoils!

    I hope heaven for you is an endless field of raspberry jam to remind you of your selfish folly.

    • Lol! I agree with you, Rhyan. I think Donna should’ve just let Jerry have his raspberry jam. What else does a man in his late seventies look forward to? Definitely not being mothered by his wife who treats herself to raspberry jam whenever she feels like supposing the old man has no idea.
      Now that’s the first wrong step in the most clueless direction. I think Donna might be in a jam in the afterlife, but Jerry will definitely not look at jam the same way again. Though his tears might be for Donna, his heart mourns the jam that could’ve been in his mouth instead of on the kitchen floor. That’s just plain tragic.
      After a certain age, a person begins acting like a child again, and the more you say no to them, the more you’re asking for trouble. Thank you for the vote of confidence. 🙂

  3. I think you hit right on the spot. It is said during the holidays, there are more family accidents like this. I read a story several years ago that a family was having a holiday dinner when the son and his father had a mild argument. However, since the two consumed some alcohol, their usual guard is off and the argument escalate. And suddenly, the father, 50 to 60 years of age, suddenly dropped to the floor and died of heart attack.

    • I wonder why there’s so much needless drama and points of contention. Maybe when families get together for the holidays after long gaps of time, it’s impossible to stay all cheerful and mannered. Maybe past grievances raise their heads and it’s ‘get even’ time. I think Donna should’ve let Jerry have the jam. It was New Year’s after all. Can’t always be so strict. Thanks for sharing your view. I agree with it. 🙂

  4. This was engrossing like a True Crime show, but also sad. Freakish accidents happen for sure.

    I am going to be plowing away at my story again as soon as I get over my spell of being “under the weather”. I will email you in a when I do. It’ll also give me a chance to catch up a bit on my finances since I spent about $1500.00 over the holiday season. It adds up quick!

    • Hi Tamara. Yes, freak accidents have no head or tail and they are very real. I wish you well and good luck on resuming your writing. Money has a way of slipping away. Tell me about it. haha. Take care and no worries. 🙂

  5. They had such a great life; why bother with such restrictions and that too in their 70’s and for something he wanted to have on a new year. a tragic end for the disciplinarian while the perpetrator can still lay his hands on the sweet delicacy 😀

    • So true, Deepak. Life has definitely taught me one thing – never to be too rigid. It’s not worth one’s time, effort, or peace of mind. Sometimes going with the flow is the best thing. Haha! Jerry and jam are free to meet as and when they please. Thanks so much for your practical and wise words. 🙂

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