Tastes Like Home

‘Anyone for a piece of shortbread? It’ll go nicely with your tea.’

The old woman opens a tin. The aroma of buttery biscuits fills the compartment. She has never had shortbread, but it smells good. She throws a glance at Herman. Is she allowed?

‘Go on,’ the woman urges.

Herman nods. He takes a piece.

‘Delicious. Reminds me of being wee,’ he says. ‘Of staying at my gran’s.’

Something funny’s happening to his accent. He sounds Scottish? He’s definitely the most relaxed since they’ve gone on the run.

‘Try some, petal. Tastes like home.’

Home? She doesn’t have a home.

6 thoughts on “Tastes Like Home

  1. I love the smell of shortbread, banana bread, or just any bread. It’s has got to be the sweetest smell ever in life. I used to live by a bakery and it was just incredible. I sure do miss it. They used to have ducks in a pond out in their yard. We would buy day old bread to feed them. The simple pleasures, huh.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Yes, there’s nothing like the smell of freshly baked bread. I used to live next to a bakery, too – was lovely to wake up to the smell of fresh bread. Thank you for stopping by!

      Liked by 1 person

  2. I make shortbread quite often, but we never cease to love the smell. Most of mine gets eaten while it’s still warm. Strange that Herman should suddenly develop a Scottish accent. (I can’t say that shortbread’s had that effect on anyone here!) Being ‘on the run’ can’t be the most relaxing thing in the world. Good little scene.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Yes, I suppose the sudden change in accent doesn’t make much sense without context. What I’m getting at is that the closer he gets to home, the more he sounds like he used to, before he left.

      I don’t make shortbread as often as I should, but when I do, we eat most of it when it’s warm, too. Thanks, Millie 🙂

      Liked by 1 person

Comments are closed.