As he stepped into their old Victorian kitchen, Craig took a deep sniff and got a scowl on his face. He looked around for his mother, but she didn’t seem to be about. He saw her cast iron kettle on the hot stove with steam coming from its spout. He walked closer to it and sniffed again, but this time he had to run over to the sink, as the smell coming from the kettle triggered his gag reflex. He was ultimately able to control himself and didn’t actually throw up, but he stepped lively out of kitchen to escape the stench.
A few minutes later his mother ambled into the old house. She took one look at Craig , who was sitting on a deep cushioned sofa in the living room, and asked him if he was okay. “You look a little green around the gills,” she said. It was her way of saying that someone appeared nauseated.
“I feel green around the gills, Ma,” Craig said. What are you boiling in the kettle? It smells awful.”
“I’m just heating up some bog water I got from the pond down at the park,” she said.
“Why on earth would you do that, Ma?” Craig asked. “That pond is a quagmire. No wonder the kitchen stinks like swamp gas.”
“Mr. Grayson from up the street stopped by and said his wife was feeling poorly and asked if there was anything I could brew up that might help her with her ills,” Craig’s mother said. “All it needs are some of my secret spices and it should do the trick.”She walked over to her special kitchen cabinet and took out a few vials.
“Dammit, Ma,” Craig said. “I told you that hanging that sign outside of the house was a bad idea.”
Written for these daily prompts: Word of the Day Challenge (sniff), Ragtag Daily Prompt (kettle), The Daily Spur (lively), Your Daily Word Prompt (amble), and Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (quagmire).