Day 97: Bowled over: 5 Minute Freewrite Wednesday- Prompt: Bowl

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It was always the fruit bowl that went first, whenever parental hostilities broke out. The fruit bowl which her mother believed made a house a home, along with the regulation china cabinet of course. The fruit bowl which her mother would replace religiously each and every time the dining table was upended, and the bowl went crashing to the floor to land in smithereens. A gauntlet literally thrown down. Not that there was ever any fruit, but somehow that seemed unimportant.

What normally ensued was determined by her mother's level of intoxication. Sober, a lightening dash would deliver her to safer ground, but more often, her speed of movement impaired by inebriation, she would be felled by a swift fist in the face.

But whatever the outcome, it always started with the fruit bowl.

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This is a 5 minute freewrite for Wednesday 24th January, a challenge by @mariannewest which you can see here:
https://steemit.com/freewrite/@mariannewest/day-97-5-minute-freewrite-wednesday-prompt-bowl

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This is so true. We never had fruit in our bowl. And the few times we did, it was fake. Great memories from this story dw. 👍

Cheers, thanks so much for the support. Much appreciated.

I keep being amazed at how you can deliver so much story and depth by describing a tiny fragment. It always says so much with so little. You manage to build whole characters with just a few phrases.

And you write some of the most supportive comments I've ever seen without being .........blah!
and I swear I didn't notice you MIA yesterday.

That's really great to hear! :)

and I swear I didn't notice you MIA yesterday.

Do you mean me not managing to uphold my posting-every-day challenge yesterday? And yeah, yesterday went really badly for me and I had started a pretty extensive post and the 24 hours in the day simply weren't enough for me to finish it. So I decided I'd rather fail the challenge than post something short and of lesser value just for the sake of posting. I'm still 25 posts in 25 days though, so I think I'm still doing kind of OK.

I was kiddin' kid. You're doin' grand. It's obvious that a lot of time and thought go into your posts. And I know you posted twice one day for I am keeping a very close eye;)

Oh, I know you were just pulling my leg and it was nice to see that someone had actually noticed. I appreciate the kind words and I notice and appreciate the consistent support! I can safely say that you were one of the people here that has managed to motivate me to post the most. Thank you for all of that! :)

Wonderful freewrite. I love how a story of dysfunction within a family all began with just a bowl.

Thanks, as always, for the sterling support.

Arghhh. Heavy ending and I am fearing that this is a true memory.... Hugs. And thank you for all the visiting you do with the freewriters!!

Thank you Marianne. It's a great little group you've built up here. I love reading the freewrites, in fact, Wednesday has become my very favourite day:)

great freewrite. Hit very close to home growing up. You did very well describing it.

Indeed, it is quite amazing how many kids are affected by alcohol abuse in the home. Even more amazing that most of us end up as well adjusted as we so obviously are;)

Thanks for your sweet words.

Poor fruit bowl it deserved more. So did this family it seems.

Thanks a lot for reading.

A lot of information in a short space. Very nice. Opens many ideas: the Magic Bowl that survived: kid stealing a plastic bowl out of fear; if the whole family could touch it at the same time, there would be peace. Sorry, it just opens many ideas. Thanks for the writing.

and thanks for the supportive comment.

I remember the fruit bowl days very well.

With the money squandered on 100,000 fruit bowls, we could have fed the world!

This story kind of brought back memories of my childhood. :-)

Sadly alcohol abuse and violence are a part of so many children's lives. Thanks for the comment.

Maybe the fruit bowl should be changed. Or could be called the salad bowl. Could change their repeated quarrel. Sucks when I remember some families that go through this all the time. Sucks. Glad this is just fiction

Oh Stanley, What's in a name? that which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet.

I know it wouldn't change anything but sometimes I wish the universe would make an exception and allow us change certain things at will

or perhaps we are the universe and we're just not trying hard enough to change things.

Excellent point. I guess we all do have roles to play in making our lives difficult or very easy and happy.

We write a lot about moms in this group...

I liked this one - each parent no matter how wonderful has a trigger point, for this woman it always manifested around the fruit-less fruit bowl. Probably after a full day of work followed by a sink full of dishes.

You're so right!

Its amazing how many of us have memories surrounding a big glass bowl that equals home/family... and I feel like this prompt has meshed together several stories with the pain included in yours as well.

You freewrite is very well written and flows with feeling. Great post!

Also, I am visiting all of the freewriters who commented yesterday to help @mariannewest so here is the prompt for today!

#Freewrite Prompt Day 98

Thanks very much for the positive feedback. It means a lot.

The right words to express a great message! Excellent!

Cheers, thanks.