“Pass the mashed potatoes, Mom?”
Eleanor’s eyes glint as she hands the bowl down the table. “Torrey needs the whipped potatoes,” she says. “We don’t do mashed if Torrey’s going to be at the table.”
Her needle hits Torrey square; always so prickly. “Mom, don’t, not that dumb story.”
“It’s just,” Eleanor tells the company at large, “that Torrey cannot abide lumps in her food. It’s like a super power, the way she can find the tiniest lump and gag on it.”
Torrey’s face thunders.
Eleanor concedes. “Very well. Let’s talk about something less contentious. Religion or politics, anyone?”
Every week at the Ranch, Charli Mills hosts the Rough Writers and Friends flash fiction challenge. This week’s prompt: “In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that pairs mashed potatoes with a superpower. It can be in any circumstance, funny or poignant. Go where the prompt leads.”
99 Monkeys 
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Nice take on the prompt! 🙂
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😀 Those who complain get left with mundane. I prefer lumps in my taters, please!
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You served up that story with great table tension and strained interaction.
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