It is a Tofurkey type of Christmas

Shaking, I grabbed her hand and said, ‘in all this mayhem, you’ve stood out amongst the rest. I would love to offer you the job.’

Her smile spread across her face like a beacon of light.

‘Are you sure?’

‘You are the best candidate we have seen so far.’

Tofurkey, its special aroma wafted from every corner of the kitchen. Not only a great cook, she mastered the other chef’s in the kitchen. A dash of nutmeg here, and a snip of onion there, and nobody could tell the difference.

Published by writerravenclaw

I am a fifty something mother of two grown up children, and one beautiful grandchild. I have been married for nearly thirty-four years. My first book was published ten years ago. I wrote my book Sticks and Stones because of my experience of being bullied at school.

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