Mushrooms, for example by Francine Witte
Mildred never cared much for them. Says they are too much like men, and you can’t always smell the poison.
Let’s Make Sounds like Water by Angela Readman
I carry the china to the kitchen and find my mother at six sitting under the table. Cross-legged, she picks at a bowl of pickled onions and cheese, sucking her fingers.
His Old Man by Gary Duncan
His old man teaching him how to fight. Flicking out a left jab, flattening his nose. Danny’s eyes gushing, tears running down his face.
Halfway through Malachi by Melissa Goode
Cindy was halfway through when she called it a night. She shut the book and turned out the kitchen light.
Leftovers from Kali’s Table by Leonard Kress
Two married couples face off, microwaved containers of Dal Makhani and curry between them. They are playing a game better suited for their kids, who’ve left their hot dogs and spagetteos to hurry upstairs, as far away as they can get from the tedium of another adult story.